In the fields of green, under the warm sun’s beam
I raise my voice, I let my words be seen
No longer silent, no longer small
I speak my truth, I stand up tall.
In this pastoral scene, I find my strength
My voice is heard, it goes to great lengths
The birds, the trees, the gentle breeze
All listen closely to my pleas.
I am no longer afraid to speak
To share my thoughts, to be unique
For in this peaceful, idyllic place
I am reminded of my own grace.
So let us all find our own voice
To speak up loud, to make a choice
For in this world, we all have a place
And our words can help us find our grace.
-Speak Up!-

Blessings and Love!
Thank you for reading.


we there is no we
just the mystery
of cain and abel
black and white
dark as night
no joy
man or boy
girl
to whirl
twirl
out of bounds
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