Sitting on this cushion, Waiting for the rain. I let the water come To wash away the pain. And when the rain stops, The clouds begin to part. I let the sun shine down, And then the healing starts. Beautiful light shines down, Brings a smile to my face. Comfortable and happy, I'll never leave this place. But when the clouds come back. They wash me away. Floating down the stream, I smile, and I play. Forget about your plans Just smile and float with me Lose your expectations And then you'll start to see How beautiful life can be. How beautiful life can be. How beautiful life can be.
Written by Blake Franklin Satter.
Just a poem I wrote. Very in the moment. No thinking, just flowing. Hope you all like it. Definitely going to come back to it for some more work.