IF a tree falls down in a forest.
a poem from the soul for the soul
If a tree falls in a forest
and no ones around does it make a sound?
do you hear the muffled cries of atrocity all around?
If a prayer is heard ,and you are found, does the interpretation leave a mound?
I know of many ages in the ancient
sometimes I'm just soft as satin
others I am diamond plated
Speak of my creation
you know I never needed to know my placement
on a high horse
climbed off
had a long journey
destination nowhere
I will go everywhere within
to travel this Globe and spread
a testimony of how to win
with a patient perspective on wht we all chose to live
About the Creator
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