Standing on top of a hill I pray that all will be good..
My daddy said don't mind the woods..soon enough they'll heal your wounds
So I take a deep breath of the silky mist air
and let the wind flow through my hair while I rejoice that all will be fair.
I like writing short little poems/stories like these when I'm stressed out beyond belief and really when words or phrases just pop into my brain at the time when Im feeling in the writer mode.