The Rain Speaks Softly of Forgotten Dreams
The rain speaks softly of forgotten dreams.
Those grand plans that are quietly put away.
People become busy waiting for their ship to come in.
The time passes like greased lightning, and still no ship.
Did we waste our time, waiting for something better?
Maybe we killed a little bit more time than we meant to.
What of all the hours observing the ethereal beauty here?
The draping of the sunset, the early drama of the dawn.
Wildflowers in a meadow, the silence of the high desert.
We never found our fortune, yet we changed the world.
A world lived in that ten miles from where you were born.
Yes, and we too are changed, for each day we live anew.
Until we stand as giants in the measure of what we know.
This is the mind set of the brave, and of those who are free.
For many are the lives that fought for our liberty, dear souls.
let us revere the hero's who died that we might have more.
That we might prove a single person can change the world.
Once I looked up and the stars said, "soon you too will shine!"
As Leaves of papered gold fall from the trees of autumn.
A great spirit dreams of children, falling softly to the earth!
date: 1/12/2019
Copyright © Meru Groen | Year Posted 2019
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