Songs of the stars resonate in our soul;
Reverberating melodies of love.
Hear the songs.
Their message traveling so long,
So far for us.
The very first note never-ending, shared here among us if we
Choose to brave the stillness and listen;
See.
And here is the harmony in healing;
It was never lost nor silenced.
Moving in close,
His hair smells like wind and storms.
His skin feels like life.
Winter, spring, summer, fall
Bloom at once with a touch.
A smile.
Submerged in the song of our
Heartbeats.
Unison.
Harmony.
Strum;
A new tune begun.
One can choose to be noise or harmony.
If one wishes to be heard
One must first
Learn to listen to oneself.
Pause;
Intuition.
The Ravens are busy telling stories
Outside my window.
They have the most recognizable voices.
The sweet, sweet smell of clover
And the melody of the bees working so
Diligently as I walk through the fields.
(I remember how afraid i once was of the bees)
This song of the wind
Brings harmony to my carefully
Placed bare footsteps kissing the
Soil.
I do not wish to crush anyone
Or anything.
Promote harmony in the hearts
Of your peers.
Do not feed their misery.
Dance and sing.
Open doors
And run free.
Run to each other
Together.
Chole Into Diamonds 