gentle things
It's time to talk of gentle things and silent whisperings. To sing a song with tears and grief and times that are but gone.
It's time to talk of gentle things, the daisies in the tall tall grass. The gentle breeze and sweetest smell that reaches me.
It's time to talk of gentle things. The gentle earth beneath our feet, the quiet lullaby.
It's time to talk of gentle things of love that's given free. Of welcoming. Of what we know this life was for if we were let to be.
Beautiful and uplifting from the darkness.
I like to think about how 99.99999999999999999999999999999% of the earths history was quite peaceful; time is so much bigger than any one of us.