Gradually dreaming light, an echo of a lullaby. A poetic vision of a mystic sky.
I can't really claim that these ideas are original, there is nothing new under the sun.
Its hard to conceal the embraces of light I know; I'm trying to make the wilderness blossom to someone.
Thoughts and feelings reviewed with obvious reasons mentioned. On grounds of no resentment to having my opinions questioned.
As the blowing winds move trees side to side. Agitating my mind, thoughts deep and wide.
If water is wisdom then thirst is the drive of reason, making the wilderness blossom.