They tremble, they fall,
they are torn, they rise,
they walk again
hand in hand...
They sit under trees,
they happily sway on a swing,
to feel no fear,
all glory is above them.
they would live in the woods,
if only they could,
for they match the landscape , the sky,
the flowers, the wild
Out doing as much as they could,
In a sovereign floating,
of joy..always when they are together,
yet again and again.

RHEA