Trees
Leaves
Breeze
This high I have inside me
Bees
Bugs
Birds
Listening to never ending words
As I stare into the high
Clouds and white sky
Surround me
As I close my eyes
I forget every lie
That’s ever been told
Life is so fast
But listen to her, and alas
The pain is in the past
She can never silenced
Her voice always loud
Just stop and listen
Take solace in her sound
About the author:
About the author:
Devereaux Frazier is a poet and essayist whose works can be found on:
http://frazierthoughts.blogspot.com/https://plus.google.com/117416826874975621601
