When The Ink Runs Dry All Is Lost

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Grandma

To hear the water crashing
The whisper of the grasshoppers wings
To feel the wind in my hair
The rocks beneath me
To see natures creatures crawl about
The stars in the sky
All natures beauty to enjoy
When the summer air cools
The sky turns dark and the stars are bright
I wonder, Are you there?

1 Comments:

At 10:31 PM , Blogger kanadians in korea said...

i love this one. it still reminds me of a prayer :)

 

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