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I speak the language of the forest I speak the language of the trees, I talk to rabbits and all creatures Even those remain unseen I hear the whispers of the flowers I hear the sounds of little bugs So, tell me little children, I f I can hear the Sun Why do you chose not to listen To those who have not sung?
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Amber Mahogany

May the sun shine on you face and the wind blow to you back, brother

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Amber Mahogany
This poem is for a friend who left this world before his time and had so much to live for he couldn't see

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