Breathing in sunshine. Breathing out sunflower blooms. We live in a world where we can instant message someone in a war torn country. We live in a world where evil is so afraid, it commits acts against the most vulnerable, the most innocent. I’m realizing how much power artists have, writers have, poets have. To have the gift of staying in the light, of remaining peaceful while those commit acts of injustice. For each life taken, a star is born. Twinkling bright. In the Heavens. The sun the moon and the stars are with us, for we are these stars.
We colour the roots of evil with fairy dust, sparkles, and love. Wisteria vines strangle out the thorns. Cover the graves of fallen soldiers. Not choosing sides. Elderflowers grow across borders.
where rivers are born 