Trees around me whisper
As the pines blow in a soft whimper
The wind carrying their scent to the air
And as I lay I think
Is my single hand
Able to change this world?
Can a single thought
Rally the masses?
I stare up to the glimmering angels in the sky
And consider my existence and all that follows
I would keep dreaming
I would keep thinking
But all the while
The world would keep turning
And my thoughts soon to be wasted
A contest entry
- Make It Your Own by Quill.
850 points, ended July 25, 2007, 12 entries
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