I hate the thought of the sunrise,
When the earth hides,
In its sea of colors.
I like the rainy mornings,
When the earth awakens
In a sheet of darkness,
Telling stories of the heartless ..
As the rain hits the pavement
What happens when I feel the breeze
Through the dewy trees
Morning sun gleaming on the green leaves
Forest creatures living in the brown abyss
Telling stories of my home..
As I feel the earth with my bare feet.
I'm not just a blank slate
Waiting for my time to come,
I am one with the earth
In its sea of colors,
I am part of this ethereal expanse
As much as I am one lilliputian
On a tiny rock in the big wide open,
I am me and you are you,
And we are the colors of the world.
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Kendra J. Anthony
She was a gnomist, a writer of beliefs.
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Comments (2)
I thought you might be heading toward an "I Am the Walrus" tribute with that title. Much more intrigued by this one... 🤔
Nice one