uneven and barren
The wind is dry
and my throat is parched
My hair whips around my face
stinging and sharp
The reminders of days past
leaving their mark
And yet...
I am reaching down deep
until I find what I need
There it is amongst all the treasures
of all we can ever be
It is the sweetest purest form
of joy and happy
How sweet life is to include
even this for me
I laugh a bit
oh, but at times we do forget
We are never alone
through any of it
- Les'Nspired
