Our World
I see her there, interpreting silence
Watching them pass. missing their presence
Wondering why, why they went away
leaving her there, alone
“Do not worry my dear”, I whisper in ear
Letting her know that it rains and it snows
but life will begin again and in the end
she will but rise, alive to see…
The end of her sadness
The beauty that still lives
The magic inside this,
this thing we call our world
Hitchhiker 