Whisper to my heart child
Bright feather-fall
Inside my heart
I am so green and new
Round eyes staring at blue
Oh how birds sang then
To the me that still looks out
These old windows
Dreaming of red dirt fields
Blue and yellow white
Grey scissor-tails
How the aria of my soul
Flies like those kites
We made from spray paints
News papers and rolls of twine


Taste the way the land feels
How Nature shows you It’s alive
Hold the earth in open arms
Eat the sunshine and the rain
This is not real this now
Not one moment
What is real was is and ever will be


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