I do not know if voices can cry
Or if silence can ever speak
If roses can breathe of laughter
Or a dance can build one’s week.
I do not know if mountains can move
Or if trees can sing sweet songs
If fairies can put you to sleep
Or blessings can make you strong.
I do not know if hearts can bleed
Or if souls could talk to you
If birds and bees could ever rejoice
Or maples could salvage for you.
I do not know the power poetry has
But that it keeps me alive
And keeps me breathing and living
Forever young, lively and naïve.
Or if silence can ever speak
If roses can breathe of laughter
Or a dance can build one’s week.
I do not know if mountains can move
Or if trees can sing sweet songs
If fairies can put you to sleep
Or blessings can make you strong.
I do not know if hearts can bleed
Or if souls could talk to you
If birds and bees could ever rejoice
Or maples could salvage for you.
I do not know the power poetry has
But that it keeps me alive
And keeps me breathing and living
Forever young, lively and naïve.