The star it is to me,

Too far to touch,

Too beautiful to ignore.

The sun it is to me,

I need to survive darkness.

Save me a space with you,

Save me a grain to grow,

Save me a Melody to travel far,

Save me a sparkle in the sky,

So I stare all night under your shade.

You gave grains to my coarse land,

I am struggling with the climate,

I will stay through to watch my grains grow,

Organic it will be,

Like a painting of a grassland,

it will dance east west to the freshness of the air.

The storm came through,

Hap to my grains,

I felt blown out,

But when the sky was blue again,

My grown grains were only gathered behind my farm house,

You saved me a smile.



Writing is another way I communicate with people, aside drawing. A web designer that loves nature (flowers,clouds,animals, mountains) and books

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