Reid@YWP

As a kid I would sit and listen to the rain, 

Thinking of Mother Earth’s pain.

I knew our climate was rising, 

My worry went ignored, unsurprising. 

April, my admiral, 

lighten my wings with your shrill whistle, 

We are all born containing a roll of wool

Soundlessly, mine intertwined with yours

My other half

Merged and fused 

Not on a leash nor a chain 

A delicate soft lace 

"Somewhere beyond the ideas of wrongdoings and rightdoings, there is a field. I will meet you there." -Rumi

somewhere sometime someplace

To dance is to soar

To feel what it's like for the birds 

To be free in the air

If only for seconds,

Because in your mind, it will last a lifetime 

To dance is to be electric

There was cedar in the beginning and then there were candy canes.