When Will We Realize? - a poem
I Remember I remember oceans trembling and spilling gently with water. I remember dew drops glistening on pinecones, roses and buttercups reflecting the colours of spice blush and butter Barefoot and silent, I remember cupping mouthfuls of fresh river water picking up dried up petals . I remember those beautiful days. Those beautiful days when the sun glowed just right. Those beautiful days when the wind swooped gently soothing the harsh sunlight. Once, this entire ground filled crimson and coffee barks and peeping through the bushels of leaves I saw red flecked cardinals sitting there...