Sometimes
I feel the innocence of all of us
Filling me
Our lives
Our deaths
The moments of love
The moments of terror
indescribable
far too real
Nature has enough in store
How do we treat each other so cruel?
Within this humanity
is everything I feel
All of us really
children without protection
Maybe it's sentimental
morose
maudlin
People work so hard
Try so hard
Put out
Put on
Endure
Put up with
It's all we know how to do
Sometimes I stop
when the colors are vivid
the birds cease their call
a pause in the breeze
and I can hear the innocence
of all human beings
whispering
to
me.
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 12:03 PM UTC
Sometimes
I feel the innocence of all of us
Filling me
Our lives
Our deaths
The moments of love
The moments of terror
indescribable
far too real
Nature has enough in store
How do we treat each other so cruel?
Within this humanity
is everything I feel
All of us really
children without protection
Maybe it's sentimental
morose
maudlin
People work so hard
Try so hard
Put out
Put on
Endure
Put up with
It's all we know how to do
Sometimes I stop
when the colors are vivid
the birds cease their call
a pause in the breeze
and I can hear the innocence
of all human beings
whispering
to
me.
Another hippie dream.
