i’ve seen so many faces in my life and time
grateful for smiles but too many frowns
with enough pain to go around
have sat in silence to witness and listen
to the whispers of life in attempts to
understand why i think, why i breathe
the tree that hovers o’er me has shared
some of its wisdom imparted by the gentle
breezes of the wind only if i sit quiet, still
the running stream waves at me to catch my
attention to tell me of what it has seen
through its bends and turns
one day i shall put into words what mine
eyes have seen, my ears have heard, my
hands have touched and my heart has felt
whoever shall read the writ of my words will
look up from them, breathe in deeply and sigh
for they will then realize they are not alone
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