Deep in the forest of mental powers
Some find light of golden showers
Smelling the dirt of a cleaning rain
finding healing from a mind filled with pain
The light shimmers from the leaves
Now turning gold, brown, falling to earth
Signaling winter, the poet writes
Believe, receive, the light in your mind
Leading the hopeless, blind through a forest
In the mind, smelling of bonsai, trimming pine
Tiny forests, writing, smoke signals
Playing with words, the scribe brings
Love as the twilight comes, a bearer
Of hope, in a dawning of mourning pink
Chops a rosewood sniff, sorts in bits of hue, mixed
It with clean dirt of a curly forest
Bright shining revenant wings
Flowers of Angels, appear as
Butterflies, damsel fliers, sent from high towers
Birds sing along in a forest deep caverns
Minds perk up and find a ray of light
Smoke signals, colors violet, purple hues
To bring you a blue rose, it heals, you
Just a warrior sent to remind, the power
Is in the forest of the mind to find
A God, who “IS” all powerful
Who loves you.
Deep in the forest of mental powers
If you hear him, you find the light
In golden showers, smelling the dirt
Of clean dirty rain, send from heaven
The light washes you, and you see color
Violet, purple, rose blues turns to
Bright healing white clean light
And it heals your pain, cleaned from
All your shames, past errors-.
Flying out of the forest
You know now, you are saved.
The blue rose
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