Spring May Rain Sun
It is all make believe
From the dirt to the trees.
And:
I am so tired.
Why should we not be?
Stuck in the middle of
our perceptions of
this make believe.
The bells synch
and converse again:
talk to the dirt;
talk to the trees;
talk to everyone.
An acquired skill –
to listen.
We are all make believe.
Words and Music by Ryan J. Stout