Flying high above the clouds
I feel free
I land ******* the ground of reality
So little time, so much to do
I cannot waste it, I must fight to be free.
I will fight this sickness
I will climb the tree of hope
I will reach the leaves of peace

Chatter.
Chime.
Twinkle.
Rustle.
Sounds of Night no one tries to hear.
Listen...
The grass chatters,
The wind chimes,
The stars twinkle,
The leaves rustle.
It is a pity that not many have the open mind to hear.