The trees
lightly dance in the
cold
winter air,
the birds sing a song
like a choir the sound
echoes on tops of hills
enlightening the day,
the sound of distant dogs
barking
to protect
their family
gives me a sense of
safety,
the hill invites
me
to follow the sounds
to my favorite
sound,
the bustle of
my home.
Your whole self is being developed,
everyday you learn something new,
you create your dreams into reality,
you can't wait to grow up,
yet you missed the good old times,
where you didn't have to
I bring my nose close to
the Lilac
as I smell it's like I'm smelling a universe of
peaceful trickling streams,
birds softly singing,
Why?
Why are we scared?
Why is fear overwhelming our delicate bodies?
Why are we letting it?
Why can’t we instead of being scared
fight for others
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