Fascination with creations judgement
Free spaces. Nature free running
Sky to touch
And hearts keep humming.
Smart as bees
The wings a buzzing
Impossible to fly
To them means nothing
Free your self from
Lies and clutter
Judge none at all
Not even your mother.
Pride is false.
It speaks in stutters.
Spread growth like seeds
To bloom in summer
Run with horses
Feel the ground.
Spirits free
The fleeting sound.
Beating fast
With leaves of change
Gemma g
Freeze this seething pain.
Ask one question
Free from blame
Who is myself
Accept the change or he remains