Gift Wrapped thoughts

How does a world beat like a drum as the flowers petals wilt to build new ones? The same way the stars can paint ripples upon the waters of the salty ocean as the moon directs his dance. Like a breath lost or a love gained. Like a bird chained by his wings, like broken legs.

How do eyes close when there’s still more breath? To dream away a world so simplistic.

How do soldiers fight in war like drunken birds that crave some more? The same way a Lions roar can be hushed to a meow.

How do hearts love so weak as tears stain the skin of innocent minds? The same way the wind trys to push you away in attempt to stop you from burning Mother Earth.

Reviews

[Desert Dreamer]

These are deep thoughts. I love the final answer, with the wind trying to stop us from burning the Earth.

[Tony]

Wow, strong outpouring here.
I feel the passion in your words.
Oh yes, I like the spoken word quality of this as well.

Makosica