Give me a Thump, thump-thump As the day goes by And I'll know we'll be alright.
Take me somewhere Slow to breathe The poppy seed And I know we'll manage well.
Carry me, Wind, carry me On gusts of nectar green I know we'll live together
When the trees When the trees Whisper to our flying locks I know we'll fall in love
As songbirds.
I started writing this intending it to be a poem about not getting enough done, but it became something carefree and loose. I suppose we write about what we want in life. I feel better now.