Tears twinkle, as the well up in your golden-green eyes, emerging like a spring, they trickle down your soft, hardened disguise. Holding on to a story untold, like the beaver's dam, nature's force will help you let go. Let it pour, let it crash, let it come unhinged, as the fear and the shame, are carried off with the stream. Let the dark clouds brew their big storm, and release the pressure of the need to conform. Stand up and see how tall you can be, with the wind in your hair and your intense, bold stare. Planted in place, the water crashes beneath, as you silently treasure the ground below your feat. May the light glisten in your heart, for eternity was here from the start.
