LETTERS TO DESTINY © 2012

The earth desperately yearns for cultivation,

She silently cries, thirsty for life,

Weeps upon her and sows with care and love,

For every tear of yours will be welcome to her.

With gentle hands, plant with faith,

Let your heart nourish the soil,

And in return, it will give you a thousand fragrant flowers,

A garden of hope and comfort.

And thus, like a little bird, you will be free,

As God intended since the beginning of time,

Flying high, sowing and reaping,

In an eternal cycle of peace and contentment.

The earth, your refuge, will be your home,

And in the flight of your spirit, you will find

The freedom that love has given you,

In the skies and the fields, where you will always fly.

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