as the trees whisper
their sweet melody
I
can but only hold my breath sadly
watching,
more than any can bear
a
single tear drops through the air
a
single drop falling to the sea
and
thats all that we will ever be
an
ant, a mite or possibly a fly
but
that is not the reason I ask why
If
life endures, when all else is gone
to
whom does It matter our reincarnation
Oh my, why does this
have to be so
why is it, now we
understand what goes
on between the sky and
the earth
it is not what it
seems, it is not birth
yes birth is a part of
the coming and going
but to what end is this
show we are showing
in the eyes of the old,
many truths can be found
but a babes first
breath holds what we seek now
the light that comes
with a child's smile
is not something found
in a aisle.
in a single gaze from
loves fair eyes
many are all but
hypnotised
but
when true love and light aligned
where
is the difference for the blind
in
the darkness all is but sound,
and
touch and taste are all thats found
what
does it matter if love is fair
for
looks a blind man does not care
