Digging into your heart

Digging into your Heart
Author: Shirley J. Black

I heard nature whistling from the air, bringing the wilderness to my heart. I silently get up searching, I found nothing around, but the agony of a wondrous river flow.

It's their beauty digging into my heart; I said, fly me with the wave of the skies, and the rays of the sun shining down while floating me up in the breeze of the wild wind.

I slept silently under the shadow of the moon that brought the light in the darkness of blue skies; the fumes of the wild dew dripping into my eyes opening the daylight from a buried life.

And when I get lost in the darkness of a great mountain; I whistled to the wind of life; then,  I heard the birds singing around me is a wonderful feeling in the heart of sadness.

In visioning the imaginary world that leaves behind me, I can see myself tendering into my soul.
As the world turning around from me, I struggled to climb up the mountain of life.

When the oceans come alive from the icy life the hardships broke down from the hot sunny skies.
Imagine how we live the pain in everyday life we still can win the game then, gain the rays of each sunny day.