Stretched out on this grassy knoll
The wind whispers pass my face
I wait for movement
The earth is still

Beneath me tiny beings
Manipulate their survival
Rain clouds form
The sun settles down

I sit on the grassy knoll
Reaching out for you
Like the wind you whisper
Into my heart

I wait
I pray
I listen patiently on the grassy knoll
As we return to love

Desta

“Writing is a potion of devotion, magical, mysterious and mighty” Desta

"Love is like the sea. It's a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it's different with every shore. ”
Zora Neale Hurston