If Truth Was a Tree and Fell, Will World Listen

As per change in situations A struggling sense of ideation Sensational cackling and breaking—our minds’ sentience Pulling, expanding the band of our memory Widening extension of greatest expression Erupting colorful nuances No ‘you’ or ‘I’ but pure connections When that but just be Tales of present recollections Reminded be the realms—o’dreaming occasions Time beats heaven seas At a moment’s conflagration In form, duly crafts Sought and bent on aspiration Rest obliged to luminescence The ethereal illustration Mysterious space Beyond agitation May that whispering sing to those listening Blessed be the kindest seed In the lightness of caressing Singing dandelions spreading Through winds’ soulful bestowing Demise at sinking sands Crossroads are illusory Surmising tales of plight Our journey’s tales of misery Misconstrued off groups’ oaths Leveraging history Forever falling off the key note Collapsing, fearful as shameful, Uncovered meaningful melody; Lies hateful. In all new beginnings, Purposed destination: Expanding dawning, For centuries’ showings Of loving heroism Do we not or may we falter At the vision of division In yearnings yet-to-come— Turns out brightly, At heart, in unison Let that be rain checking Righteous, whole decision .