Planting, Watering and Growing

Shadows are clapping to thunders rapping

While phantoms are screaming to seedlings dreaming..

Sun bells ring as the spirits sing

Climbing to the sun, this life has just begun..

Tambourine sounds of laughter fill the void well after

The scars are faded into thoughts once jaded..

Rising is this life inside

Magic rising as the circles wide..

It is true that

Love beckons while the soul never reckons