Your heart is not a valley away,
Nor a diamond left unbought.
Though time discovers all our pain,
Lifting our sins to meet the eye,
To shatter history spent in plans.
To know is like a misspent truth;
To touch the wings of a butterfly;
To give up on the fight.
Where I’m left standing,
Yelling: “My heart is on my sleeve.”
Which I’m not here to wear,
I am here to give alone.
Where I hear the valley’s echo.
Mom, will I ever be able to fly?
-no dear, you do not have any wings
But, you can climb better than any bird
Mom, will I ever learn to sing a song?
-no dear, not like the birds that you hear
But, sounds you can make is music to my ears
Mom, are we really the devil’s animal?
-no dear, not anything near to it
But, it will do you good to be cautious of your ways
Mom, will I ever become bad and devil like?
-no dear, you’re heart will always be where you place it
But, that is not to say you can not become
Mom, will this tree always be our home?
-no dear, humans will cut these trees soon
But, we will move on and build a new home
Mom, will I always stay this small?
-no dear, you will grow up to be a very fine sloth
But, you must remember to eat your vegetables to ensure it
Mom, can we stay here for a while?
-yes dear, I like it just where we are
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Perhaps there was. a situation
When the flowers. did fade
When the ides did march and
The circles did stop
In the amazing swirls of air
That infiltrated all that we. could see
Could feel, could hear,
And we went on