Sounds of life bring in the new day.
Light shines upon those who rest.
Are there reasons worth waking for?
Is My time
worth waiting for?
Whispers blow through the trees.
A thoughtful calm, bring peace.
The light now drifts away, dark ascends in
silence.
With no direction this day never ends.
A constant struggle to make sense.
Forever it seems but an instant struggle to
make sense.
A fraction of time (Whispering)
A brush stroke in the picture (Whispering)
The light now drifts away.
Light shines
upon those who rest.