There is always a way
Past the state of decay
The seeds have been scattered
To bring about change
Recycle what’s spent
Into new branches bent
And leaves to bring shine
Where the new dead are sent
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
There is always a way
Past the state of decay
The seeds have been scattered
To bring about change
Recycle what’s spent
Into new branches bent
And leaves to bring shine
Where the new dead are sent