"I may have fallen, but I'm not dead--
Come, rest upon my oakwood smile & imbue nature's blessings
Leave your troubles aside & harken unto the blackbird's mirth
From the humble beginnings of an acorn, the oak took birth...
I am here for you, we are here for each other--
We are all in this together
Be like the sky, which is never perturbed by the weather...
Maybe she heard my whispers as she set her smartphone aside
And touched me with a presence that only love knows
She bid good day to a passing stranger & he smiled in unison with me
"Do you mind if I take a seat?" he gestured with unspoken words
They sat in silence, not lost in thoughts
Conversation began to flow like a woodland stream
Touching upon how life seems to take on the quality of a dream...
Strangers no more, maybe the kindling of friendship or romance?
The world deems me an inanimate park bench, but I am life
Let not the world steal the light from your eyes"