You can’t control the sunrisebut rather sit quietlyand wait For it to emergesome days orangeand glowing Some days hiddenfrom our eyesbut present in our heart…
What does a dog feel as she chases a ball? What does a squirrel think as he eats an acorn? If there were a song…
Around a fireWe gatherEach version of ourselvesFrom the years gone by Joined by all the soulsWho partnered to create painBefore we knewHow to protect ourselves…