If I were to leave, just disappear
As swiftly as the Ocean breeze
Would the Stars still shine as bright?
As swiftly as the Ocean breeze
Would the Stars still shine as bright?
If my presence was not felt, unseen,
A drifting scent that weaves into a mist
Would the voices of Nature still be heard?
If the prints I make were to be erased,
As the sand covers them without remorse
Would the birds continue to migrate?
If I were suspended, caught between two worlds
One full of color, sweet, kind, tender ever so gentle,
The other captivating, alluring but deep within shadows
If I were to fade like a white washed picketed fence,
When asked to collect the fruits of my task, what will I say?
Would the purpose of healing a soul serve as my only defense?
If you only knew…
