My Sweet Lady

The lady can't you see

She is singing for me

Her cool breath on my face

The breath that flows throughout the human race.


Be quiet and listen

be still and look

For her cool sweet breath ripples the mirror you see

after the sweet lady does cry

Her sobs rubble the very sky


She cries for us

Her children below

She cries so we her children can continue to grow

From simple seeds to an old oak.


Be still and listen

as her fallen tears glisten

On her garden like shootings stars

The sweet lady can’t you see

She is forever singing to me.


I can see her

I don’t just look

I listen to her not just hear.

She is Looked at but not seen

Overlooked outcast

By those who once appreciated her

Can’t you see our sweet lady?

She is there



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