Letras

So, what do you do?
Do you worry about falling short?
You know the way water falls;
isn’t it beautiful—dropping the dew?
Couldn’t you do that too?
So, what are you working on?
Is it a lot alone?
You know the way wind is working;
see how the leaves receive it, can you believe it?
Couldn’t you leave it, be?
Written by: Ayanna Woods
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