A different scene

Written by: Caroline Cécile Delacroix

Someone called for me Who? I cannot see An invitation to leave Not long, just a week Right where my son would be. Giving my hands I decided To join and help a team People I knew, people I didn't With my heart, I entered the scene A place that's different. A beautiful pine hidaway The tallest I've ever seen To the wind, the branches sway To cloudless skies, they reach Dancing their hearts away. Thousands of voices it seems Much commotion around the trees Not silence, but I'm warm, at peace I give you my hands, have no speech Tuned in to the concert of birds, wind, and trees. © CarolineCecile - 07.21.12