16000
Crumbling, crashing, burying children in rubble
We must take their dreams and hold them in our hearts
It is devasting and heart breaking that this unnatural circumstance arise
That the burial of their children comes before their own
So sweet the thoughts and purity how can we not reach up and touch the sky line where they now rest
And want this for those of us who remain
Not rot in decripdness of hate, and trolling and discontent
To find the wonder in a bee resting on a flower
Of the natural food found within our own geographic
To rise up our vibration in honour and humility
All this badness is witnessed is seen and noted by most high
Where and who will you be? Have you been when you die?
Is your innocent giving loving and nurturing child heart still alive?
Bless the moments of aloneness and feel their sacred power asking for us to be more
In Gaza strip, in Yemen, In Iran, In Eukraine they watch through eyes
Gently closed.
