Looking at the trees in the field,
I see how happy they are,
How they dance to the rhythm of the wind,
So wonderful it is,
How they do not see,
How they do not speak,
How they do not hear,
But feel the rhythm of their surrounding.
I ask you,how well do you relate to those around you?
Do you just speak to them?
Do you just look at them?
Do you just hear them?
Or do you have a beautiful connection with them?
Many spend time spreading the wings of protection around themselves,
Forgetting that sometimes,
We need to let loose of ourselves from the shackles of loneliness.
Sinking deep into the dark,
Is all they do.
The lights never start from the outside,
It starts from the inside.
Don't let yours die out of the fear to Love.
For not to Love is suffering,
But to Love is a Beautiful Pain.
Nice one