Oh great river next to me,
Line of trees miles long.
When one closes their eyes they can see.
A story only the wind can tell.
Of the spirit we all have.
And the needs of the many which go ignored.
Birds ciirpimg
Around me.what is it that you can tell me.
Of truths far greater than one’s self.
Of the wisdom of the old,
Of the stories to be told,
Or futures to unfold.
And finally let the sounds of the water say, that the future can’t be told.
But it’s up to the bold to seize it..
I have dreampt of a dream,
A dream where people can love each other, a dream where kindness will prevail, and s dream where you can smile.
Just as a flower blooms in the spring;
As a heart endlessly flutters.
I have dreampt this wonderful dream, I’d a wolf where we can be as one.
A dream of a world where you can rest easy, and a world where the defaultt try is kind.
I dream a dream where we are glad, and that one can live and let live.
Of a world where being good to one another is the most important thing, and that love is the language of the world.
Would if not be grand that we live in such a world. Where we can just be
Little Bird sitting on the branch outside my window,
Sing me a tune so sweet,
A song so sad tjat all is grey,
But with an ending so soft,
Little bird
Tell me a story of all man,
Once enemies turned friends.
In a time when sickness is law,
And no one can see.
Tell me little bird.
When all seems hopeless,
Do the flowers still bloom,
When the sun becomes warmer?
Do the bees still buzz and spread pollen around,
Will the sky become clearer so we can see the stars,
And will all lights go out to reveal the stars.
Dear Little bird
Preach to me.
The importance of kindness against despite the oppressor,
And the value of friends when no one can see,
Little bird
Write me a ballad of the souls of man.
Write it of the deeds that are done,
When the world seems dark,
And prove: there will always be hope. And all men can be.
What is the meaning of life?
This is a lesson we hold dear each day when the sun rises, and when it falls again.
When we wake up to a new day the breath of life greets us, and when we go to sleep our dreams avail us.
Life teaches us that each day is important, the lessons we learn carry us.
Life teaches us to care for one another and that love is important to us.
And Life teaches us that those close to us never truly go away,
And that with the light of a New day the lessons we learn guide us.
Though at the end we may go peacefully into the good night,
Without a care.
Without a fright.
Let it be known that when our time on this world ends,
We do not suffer,
Nor do we fear the other plane.
When we dream do we fall?
What do dreams teach us?
That what the heart wants is not always so easy, and life is not always so bright and blue.
So few are the days in which we know what we can and should do.
So long are the years which are cold and dull,
So short is the ever precious time which we have to be with one another:
To laugh and to love
To hold and to play
And to care and to help each other up when the world seems dull and grey.
When life is pain, and we must suffer;
Let it be known that letting go is ok.
When you go easy into that good night let it be known.
There will be no suffering and pain,
No sadness and fear,
Though we may not know what lies beyond that veil know in your heart that all is not caught in rain;
And the land afterward welcomed us and when we meet again we will laugh, and cry, and be happy again.
When the sun rises,
And the light returns to this world.
We are not alone,
And at the end;
We travel there and back again to be reunited once more.
I see a beach
covered in the remains of those that have come back and forth,
and near and far.
I see a sky blue as the eye can see,
And an ocean as deep as the soul of man.
I see a raven soaring across the sky.
Tell me Beauty I see,
Why does man hurt the world that it has to inhabit?
Do they not see what I see?
Each day the sun rises, and at night it falls again.
In the middle of this grand display, you look ahead in dismay.
I see a fog rising over the cities where we all live to laugh and play.
I see the clouds which cover our minds,
And the weakness of the hearts of man led astray.
I see the destruction of the grandest stories,
Which people make today.
When I look to the north what do I see,
But the solemn demise of the mature mind,
And the rise of those who would lead us away.
I see a great beast caged in a corner,
And their offspring born but not free.
The world not what it seems to be.
A thousand years they walk;
But a thousand years they return.
Back to the roots from whence they came,
And not to the future which they can see.
I see a species on the brink of longevity but held back by limiting beliefs.
I see a hand in which to hold,
And events which may unfold.
To the south I see,
A sharper mind,
And others in kind; which will lead back to where we should be.
But Alas it is tough,
When it is hard to trust,
That when the going gets tough we’ll cancel too much.
And our world lack luster and grey.
When the day comes to night you will sleep,
Knowing that the world keeps the freedom at bay.
And when you wake up and the sun rises high in the sky;
Ask the reason why,
On this new day on this new time.
I see a new world of our own creation because the future is black and ours to say.
Oh greyest cloud. Over the river ever flowing.
Faster than a whisper but as silent as the wind.
As the current flows what do I see.
But the birds flying and swimming on front of me. Oh water so cold,
Oh current so fast.
Spurred by the wind moving fast.
As I look across what do I see,
Is this where I want to be.
Under the sky do grey, and the cold of the early spring day.
Across the horizon do I see, another world another city.
Another place where people be,
And from the haven where I be.
Will the whisper of the great see, and the river let me be. Where it is I’d like to be.
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