What if life is just a song, guilt, sickness, anger? Singing life’s song in our heart. Love and even a little white dove sing a song. Yes, what if life is just a song. Hear Mother Nature talk, even dance, but who’s the writer of our life? Only the song of life. What if we could absorb the sound of life from moon and star? We could wrap them up so tight, hide them into Mother’s earth, her womb so warm, we call life, hidden inside the cacoon waiting for the ray of sun to bring her into life.
