As a little girl I could not quite understand why
the world had to be black and white.
I always saw a rainbow of colors,
everyone called it dreaming, pretending.
"Come down from there",
"get your head out of clouds"
"Face reality". "Need no one"
"Love your life quickly, never trust a soul".
Well.......
I still
Hear the trees talk to me, telling me their tales,
Hear the wind calling me, caressing me, her child.
I wonder if that babbling brook
still laughs when the children swim.
I still like to lay in the grass looking high above into the clouds, my arms stretching toward
the heavens. Or walking barefoot in the mud.
How fun to blow bubbles with a friend.
To me it seems that the only thing changed
are the people around me. They are older, ignorant, full of blind dreams, dying everday.
Having forgottend that at one time they did know
How to live.
amawitch/2007
