
Because I am
I cannot imagine not being
my gift to you with words
is to rearrange
raindrops in the sunshine
not to create being
where there was no being
there is only one who can do that
Poetry, spiritual, nature, oceans, love, trees
Because I am
I cannot imagine not being
my gift to you with words
is to rearrange
raindrops in the sunshine
not to create being
where there was no being
there is only one who can do that