February 17, 2017

The pencil moves swiftly across the page
Sounding like the bees that buzz

The sun’s rays stretch out to me
As if they want to write

But they instead touch me
And set my soul on fire

The trees rustle
Sounding like my soul rising from the ashes

I am renewed;
Full of inspiration and anticipation

But the birds call out with a soothing lullaby;
One that rests my soul and frees my mind

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