You Why do you who, Makes flowers grow from words Why do you who, Shapes graceful gardens in paragraphs Why do you whose, majestic rivers of rhyme Flow, Just so Why do you, landscaper of ideas, hold on To your feelings, and fears As the breeze blows in on the air So we grow from worries shared To free your mind from many cares Let go of your balloon of fears, And watch it as they disappear, Dispersing dandelion clocks Tied up in knots inside and locked, From outside wisdom closed and blocked, Your worries start to take control They take up space they growl they grow. So open up and let them go And no more seeds of sadness sew To grow into weeds of your anxieties. Instead, favored with air fair weather Light as a feather Cut free You will blossom As yours is genius beauty and creativity.
