Mar 2
The wind whispered gently
It will all be okay
His thoughts slipped with the teeming rain
The meadow held him where he lay
Slumber came
Time went by
But he would not awake
Flowers grew and took his place
He dreamed of brighter days
It will all be okay
His thoughts slipped with the teeming rain
The meadow held him where he lay
Slumber came
Time went by
But he would not awake
Flowers grew and took his place
He dreamed of brighter days
Sometimes life gets so confusing and overwhelming and we just need someone to say its going to be okay. And even if it isnt, it will be one day. I think nature is telling us it is all okay. We can look at the stars and the rain. They are connected to us as we are to them.
(24/M/'insert quirky line')
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