My Place Of Creation.

My brother, fear not.
Elevate your soul.
Fly it high as a kite.
Let it lift to the sky.
 
Meet the rain.
In the heavens.
Where clouds drift by.
Up here we are free.
As an eagle, soaring high.
 
High above the world.
Where sparks are born.
Hang to the wind.
Let ideas take form.
 
It's up hear we heal.
We forgive and mourn.
But for me!
It's a wonderland.
Where my words are born.

Listen close.
Dear brother.
To a song from a bird.
There's beauty all around us.
Just waiting to be heard.
 
Hang there a while.
Drift away from the world.
They say "silence is golden".
But it's then.
When the most is to be heard