She's searching, searching,
In small, hidden places,
Amongst the shadowed,
Pale and lost faces.
She's searching, searching,
In a crowded wide street,
Treaded by many,
Ungrateful feet.
She's searching, searching,
In the depths of a wood,
Where the only ones there,
Are the ones who could.
She's searching, searching,
For a tiny hint,
Just a flame,
The spark of a flint.
She's searching, searching,
Because she knows that somewhere,
There's more than just people,
Who only breathe in the air.
Who only pay attention,
When it's truly needed,
Who only watch warnings,
When they need to be heeded.
Where the sun rises early,
On a grateful face,
Where the wind passes through,
A grateful place.
She's searching, searching,
Looking for worth,
And piece by a piece,
She's finding Earth.
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Moonlit Poetry
PoetryMoonlit poems to help others remember what's important... [Originally titled "Finding Earth"]
