On the ground. On the windows. Rain, rain Down Down On to the flowers. Down Down On to the trees. Relief spreads up From the roots of the flowers Into the petals.
Relief spreads up From the roots of the trees Into the leaves.
And a warm rain is falling. Upon my sleep it feels like a soft pillow in the sky and on that pillow are dreams. Stephany Ota Green Green is calm and quiet, Humbly, peacefully resting in a deep, but warm forest. Bright green frogs hopping from lilypad to lilypad, Sweet-smelling grass, Mother Nature and her mysterious ways, Turtles with their callused skin and mossy shells as hard as rocks, The intelligent son of soothing blue and energetic yellow, The rolling hills and meadows of a vast plain, enveloped by wilderness. A peacemaker in the midst of war.