They say...I'm a dreamer
Nestled in a hammock of silence
Where life skips as a child
The wind weeps to me
The seas air out
their loneliness
The leaves flutter in joy
The grasses and soil content
to bear me
The trees stand with me
And the jewelled humble sky
keeps an eye on me
With either sun to give me strength
Or moon to give me rest
In their arms I settle contently
Still I may
fall and bleed
They all feed me stories and
Fuel me to take a pen and
Scribble my heart of its
...anger...
...pain...
...sadness...
...laughter...
and fear...
Upon a compassionate pad
I'll be writing till
There's nothing left in me
Till you understand...
Life is beautiful
And God is kind.
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