who knew?
who would know?
from a seed..... a flower
which I knew
No matter the weather
there is always hope
there is always a glimmer
a shimmering boat
staying afloat
is the key
cherish the waves
sailing to be free
will she walk?
will she talk?
what about sit or stand?
Doesn't matter what happens
for what matters is to be sat in the boat
absorbing the rough with the ease
watching the flower bloom
through the parting trees
for a smile
.....is glimmer
.....is hope
.....is BELIEF
