The birds are restless in thier trees,
and who can blame them?
the crickets kept them up the night
as they kept me
and that luscious rain
falling gently
sweetly
over this dry earth
the tears of heaven
crying for all that is going on in the world today
and the wind
it moves everything
and carries far off voices to my ears
and I
well I am like those birds myself,
restless in this pre dawn glow
waiting for the sun to rise
that I may rise as well.

03/09/2003

Author's Note: heh here is to random poetry at six twenty two am EST

Posted on 03/09/2003
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