The Wand
Skydog Music
Hopefulness had once dwindled by the thought of the clover on the bark
The ravine has aged poorly, perhaps like myself
I've rediscovered nature as of lately, and realized I'm not too different from it day by day
A nearby stick becomes my closest friend, for the day, like a wand I weave it through the wisp of clouds
I whisk it and create the scenes of my dark past, reminding myself how far I've come since the poison
A colony of ants comes marching to protest my happiness, but nothing will end this serenity
The wand levitates out of my hand and writes a message in the sky
"Follow your true self, embrace those around who try to help, enjoy the time here on Earth, don't dwell on what the bastards have done."