I wish I could sing,
a lovely song all on my own.
I would let it out
everything that I clutched,
from deep within.
I would scream
into the darkness I see
and wander alone in the woods with glee
singing my heart out
singing my heart out.
I wish I could play a guitar,
I would tune my songs and play along
into the stillness the music will pierce
and make a mark on the hard brown trunks.
I wish I could sing with my guitar all day long
carrying the wave everywhere I go
lifting spirits along
lifting spirits along.
I wish they would hear me
my music and my words
and not pull those hard brown trunks down
for I have my song absorbed in
for a million years to come
for a million years to come.
That was an excellent post today. Thanks so much for sharing it. I
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Very Nice Anjali! .. I liked the part where you write (Sing) about not taking the trunks down: Knowingly or Unknowingly it addresses the sadness behind choppin down the ‘Stationary’ lives. The environmentalists would love you for this text! .. and the way you linked your desire for acknowledgement to the theme above is very appreciable! … Keep it up! 🙂
Wow..that was unknowingly addressed..its wonderful that you brought out that link..thank you so much:)