Spilled coffee freckles a handwritten note,
Eyelashes filter the sun
Making rainbows for your eyes
As all our heartbeats run.
The way the pines look alive reassures you.
So old, so tall, and so wise.
You feel calm within their cradles
That sway you like the tide.
If only you'd listen closely
As the gentle branches creak
And move through the wind so easy.
Quiet words, through silence, leak.
The willow withies bend as well.
They're trying to get through,
Saying "HEY, we're all connected!"
So am I, and so are you.
You may just feel a firey light
That makes you feel complete.
You'll shine it out, wherever you go
To everyone you meet.
And one day you will meet someone,
And at first you will not see,
The same familiar firey feeling
That once came from a tree.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 12:48 AM UTC
Spilled coffee freckles a handwritten note,
Eyelashes filter the sun
Making rainbows for your eyes
As all our heartbeats run.
The way the pines look alive reassures you.
So old, so tall, and so wise.
You feel calm within their cradles
That sway you like the tide.
If only you'd listen closely
As the gentle branches creak
And move through the wind so easy.
Quiet words, through silence, leak.
The willow withies bend as well.
They're trying to get through,
Saying "HEY, we're all connected!"
So am I, and so are you.
You may just feel a firey light
That makes you feel complete.
You'll shine it out, wherever you go
To everyone you meet.
And one day you will meet someone,
And at first you will not see,
The same familiar firey feeling
That once came from a tree.
