As my eyes drift from night to day
haunting thoughts creep in my way
If I should not blink again
what would I wish in the very end?
Simply said
inside my head
Let my blessings be as strong as a trees.
Rooted deep in the ground
But always free to believe.
Let them know strength and wisdom
let them be the place others build their nests and kingdoms
Yet let them learn to bend
and sway in the wind that will never end.
Somehow let the universe know if it is my time to go
to take care of my angels and bless them so.
By Reva Carpenter
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