"there has always been
a gentle hum that
sings from your soul
it brightens the days that
pour rain and soften the dirt
into mud; your smile clears
dark clouds and melts snow
covering fields of grass
but you do not see the
light yourself, no, not at all
you do not see the harmony
within every creature; how
they awaken at the sound
of your laugh, the crease of
your smile, and the warmth
in your heart
the clouds you uncover never
leave your side and the rain
never stops pouring over
your head
yet you still shine so bright;
even if it drains you into
a dying bud in the mud
i admire that about you
and i wish you did too.’’
Dec 17, 2025
Dec 17, 2025 at 12:23 PM UTC
"there has always been
a gentle hum that
sings from your soul
it brightens the days that
pour rain and soften the dirt
into mud; your smile clears
dark clouds and melts snow
covering fields of grass
but you do not see the
light yourself, no, not at all
you do not see the harmony
within every creature; how
they awaken at the sound
of your laugh, the crease of
your smile, and the warmth
in your heart
the clouds you uncover never
leave your side and the rain
never stops pouring over
your head
yet you still shine so bright;
even if it drains you into
a dying bud in the mud
i admire that about you
and i wish you did too.’’
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