bonnochi-pluto

"Beyond a wholesome discipline,

be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,

no less than the trees and the stars;

Rainer Maria Rilke

Again the woods are odorous, the lark 

Lifts on upsoaring wings the heaven gray

That hung above the tree-tops, veiled and dark, 

Where branches bare disclosed the empty day. 

After long rainy afternoons an hour 

Comes with its shafts of golden light and flings 

Them at the windows in a radiant shower, 

And rain drops beat the panes like timorous wings. 

Then all is still. The stones are crooned to sleep

By the soft sound of rain that slowly dies; 

And cradled in the branches, hidden deep

Have you ever felt like nobody was there?

Have you ever felt forgotten in the middle of nowhere?

Have you ever felt like you could disappear?

Like you could fall, and no one would hear?

Well, let that lonely feeling wash away

Maybe there's a reason to believe you'll be okay

'Cause when you don't feel strong enough to stand

You can reach, reach out your hand

And oh, someone will coming running