Monday #colormood

The Hills Are Alive

Whisper

(if only to yourself)

your soul’s song.

Remember it.

In the moments of total noise

you must recall

the melody

that flows from the sky

and mountains

and flowers,

the colors

and light

and joy.

You are not the chaos of your frustration.

You

reverberate

in that whispered song

and spill out

to the stars.

Sing, once more.

Painting: Happy Menocal.