singing trees

all i ever wanted was to sing

underneath the angels wings

all i wanted was to shine

as bright as the sun in the morning wake

i feel like screaming

i cant contain this

what a monster that resides in me

i always loved natures beauty

i am so week yet i am so bold

a life that lingered out in the cold

were the warmth wished to come in

feelings of outcast

out side the hour glass

sitting watching

can i particapate

can i be part of the singing birds

in the tree

and out into the real wolrd

can i and will i find my place?

emotional growth

my heart it pulsates

child of music


and love

divine mother embrace your child

i just might stay for a while

The End

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