Peace of mind
You’ll rise
Sun.
Where did you go?
Come out and play.
It's time to rise and shine, for you’re all we have.
Yet the clouds are rolling in, it's a sign
That has done us all in,
Now you’re peaking through
Here and there.
Afraid to show yourself, afraid that you’ll scare.
We are all here giving you love and praise.
You give us warmth.
We show it back.
It’s a gesture of thanks.
You let us play, relax , swim , and in general enjoy your presence.
Thank you.
We get it though,
We need rain.
Our environment needs it.
We do too, to cool off.
We will see you when you peak through again.
We can wait until you’re feeling warm and bright again.
Bright enough to blaze and give us all a beautiful gift to enjoy.
When you’re ready, we’ll rise with you.
-ej
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Erica Jordan
Tea is drug. I'm chronically ill. I cant do much except my art that helps my nerve pain and function. That's baking, painting , writing..... anything creative to use that outlet to express myself . Stay Wild Moon Child.
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