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.