by Pepperlandgirl
The stars can sing, I’ve heard them,
The moon can dance,
I’ve seen it,
The clouds can touch me,
I’ve felt them.
The sunlight has a way of sewing,
Weaving golden threads around the Earth,
Creating a quilt of life,
I’ve worn it.
The trees can talk,
I’ve talked back,
The rain can laugh,
I’ve laughed with it,
Flowers can fly,
I’ve seen them take wing.
The scent of a rose,
Cannot compare to the smell of a fresh morn,
When the Earth is baptized in fresh dew,
I’ve become clean with it.
The mountains can move,
I’ve pushed them,
My heart is on fire,
I’ve set it,
The animals are friends,
Some of my best.
Time has a way,
Of standing still,
And shaking hands with lonely men,
My palm still burns with the imprint.
The colors of a rainbow,
Cannot compare with the brightness of his eyes,
When he taught me see with my soul,
And watch the magic of the world.