There used to be thousands of us
Holding a part of the light
Now only a few
Walk among the trees
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Many hear the voices
Dead at night
The whispers of the trees
The song of the wilderness
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But they go ignored
They are unanswered
And children who listen and accept
Are squashed out.
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The light is a powerful force
It is the roaring tide,
The howling gale,
The sun's rise
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The light is powerful
Held by few
Glowing, Spinning
Lighting the path.
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And now, so few accept it
So few fall into it
And those that do are outcasts
Strangers to society
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But I hear the whispers at night
The trees calling out to me
And I answer, reply
To their stories
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I hear the birds singing
And I understand them!
The light inside of me
Keeps growing bigger
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Sometime, I fear of it.
Sometimes, I am scared
But then Warmth fills me
The light of a summer's dawn
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And I know what I do
Must be done
If not by me
Then a child, untrained
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So it is better to keep this power
The force of the world
Close to me
And to use it for good.
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Stardust
PoetryWe are all made of Stardust Though we know it not We are all the same. Not diffrent. We are all one. - A collection of poems about the natural world. All poems are created by me. Cover made by me! Updated Wednesdays and Saturdays.
