I fit into the world best,
when I’m with you.
With us, the notes trill,
the sun pretends to be still.
The butterflies circle,
the breeze swirls,
the flowers perk up,
the ocean applauds,
then, at the end of the day,
the moon nods.
To sleep, to sleep,
souls hushed and warm,
breathing is a natural storm,
without the thunder or lightning,
as nothing is frightening.
When the angels harmonize,
swinging from tree branches,
catching the night dew,
they remind me that Heaven
is not so far off at all.
“May His will be done on earth
as it is in Heaven.”
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Nice ☺️
Ahh, Love how the world kind of dances with you in this! It’s like the kind of peace you only notice once you’re truly safe. 😊