Cradled

I catch the tears that flow From the Sadness in your eyes And all of them I can throw, To be diamonds in the skies. I can transform the Pain From things that caused you hurt, With them I make some rain, That will bless and green your Earth. Your restless minds calmed here, Those many fears, and Doubt. As misty Rainbows appear, When Sunshine has opted out. Come listen to my songs, For sounds you hear are soothing. Each bird that sings belongs To my music, free and refreshing. Those times you feel so alone, Close your eyes...be with me. These are here - for you to own, Beauty that comforts peacefully. Your Mother, Nature Cynthia Buhain Baello July 31, 2012