what. i don't know. but wait. i have more.

[holymountzion]

so once in my life
i'm calm, no tranquil.
and i see for the first time
the love not seen before.

true not to be once
the for sure on his life
and to be trouble nothing
but shoulders to cry on.

be smart and little
run to the moon
and see what i made for you
out of metal and feathers.

salt and snow combine at sea
to redirect the winter escape
into rays of sun and laughter
but snow falls again the next morn.

so be patient and loving
to all the mother gives thee earth
and bestow upon it the love and grace
for the same tree that taste of blueberries.