21 September 2009

21st September: To You



To the clouds that make shadows of the rays
To the colours who's glory I will forever be in awe
To the wind, in your warmth as you mess up my hair
To the sun in who's light my skin tingles
To the birds and the bees, your tune in my ears you sing
To the smells of dirt, and cut grass, to fresh air, and the promise of rain
To the words that floated around in this moment, words I had no chance to catch


2 comments:

  1. Amen! Your words are enlivening....

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  2. And oh I wish for I minute I could see that sky and those clouds too...

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