Soul Speak

You can hush me yet I won’t sleep. Silence my lips yet you cannot silence my soul. My eyes tell the story as these windows you cannot shut. What is deep within will always rise to the top. Feelings buried never die. The spirit of the eagle soars free and wild. Raging fires dance wildly as the flames speak of a time once forgotten. The scent of the smoke drifts into the wind as the ambers echo of what once existed. The trees softly brush over with their beautiful green covering the restless forest with its new canvas. And thus the story begins again . . a story to be filled with color and melodies from the heart while stories that arise from deep within stir up the soul until it reawakens and rises up from its roots to its truth, fully aware, fully alive, speaking loudly, passionately, in remembrance of its unsilenced truth.