The Mighty Tree
We grieve in our remembrance. We joy in song
We grieve in our remembrance. We joy in song
The mouth keeps it.
The heart speaks it.
Down
In a ditch
As the storm waters rage
If I break…Will you fix me?
If I break
Will you fix me?
Make me whole
Defend me
Lest I break again?
How fast can you run?
One is too many.
I drift along the longing breeze…like a dandelion
I’m feeling myself
Simply because I can
And why not?
Sometimes you need a time-out A breath away from it all The people The things A moment to catch yourself Before you fall
I dropped the mic… I stand boldly I am different In saying this I drop the mic on diffidence