Brisk peals of laughter from the skies,
Followed by illumination.
Down comes the tears form the overjoyed clouds,
The ones we often mistake for unhappy and dark.
Come clean this earth
Take away the pain that has been spread.
Wake us all from our soundless dreaming
To the voices of chiming crystal puddles
Make peace with the yearning sprouts of spring.
Wake me from my dream.
Be Inspired to Shine Bright
(Taken from google images, I do not own this picture. )
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