As he listened to his words and replied …
The pure tears that nourish,
Release the howls of mountains, and
Sand storm days,
Deep forests, as the bluebells,
ring the songs of joy,
and let the laughter tears,
fill the moonlight darkness,
The evergreen trees that stand tall,
Reaching the skies that light our caves with the warmth of Love.
Tears are gifts,
They wash away the pain,
so deeply buried,
Have the courage and let them fall,
As they fill the pages,
Let go of things we cannot change,
Accept and change the tears for smiles.
There is strength to be found by each tear drop.
Have a beautiful bluebell day …
Apple blossoms, lilacs, lily moments
of music and melody and nature.