A quiver, a leap
The world shivers.Dust
Is this going to change, when will springtime come?
I await the silence

I breath in the beauty of a misguided , disguised peacefullness.
There is so much hope in a dandelion. Oswestry.

You tell me there is faith in the stars
I say the plantery motions can never dictate me.
Silence falls like the rain

I will come again
Call me father