The World is in your Hand

As I sit in the land of trees,

I stare silently as I watch,

The childern,

The spirits,

They play happily.

However I don't smile,

Nor even frown.

I just watch with interest.

I see them playing with a ball in their hands,

Passing it back and forth to each other,

I stand and come forth to them.

I hold my heart in my hands.


Be free!

Nature surrounds you.

Jaded by everything

We should be not.

For we hold the world in our hand.



--A poem started by Starrywhite and finished by Zol