Boiling, bubbling
The water is running...
I have grown
Thick and tall...
As the wind soars
I move along...
I used to be hard
And small and round...
I can smell the rain.
I can feel it on my skin...
In a dark void in empty space
Without life, not even a trace...
I cast rays of happiness,
on everything I see...
When I was five I remember seeing
The ripe red strawberry patch out my bedroom...
Staring out into the placid lake,
The windblowing at my hair...
A Warm Thought
by ohgreenman...
Black are my wings,
Which I use to fly...
A lovely young bird,
Sings a very happy song...