The sounds coming from outside
Remind me there are animals at times
Beloved creatures like to hide
Powerful ones maintain their pride
Preserve and deserve the right to live
Through brute force or sheer beauty
Could these creatures then comprehend
How to find the silver lining
I find them every now and then
Hiding away from the mayhem
Never intended any harm
Hunger raises their alarm
They come and go like seasons there
Friends that I met discretely
Could never truly go away
They live for ages in a maze
An owl once came to me
A wise and noble bird of prey
Provided a message of hope
Therefore I wrote
Upon the eyes of strangers see
The stories of a life to be
Afraid of nothing seems
To be a foolish thing to think
The peace of mind hears what you speak
Strive to find the means to be free
Whether singing, dancing, sitting still
Efficiency rests at the peak of a hill
Flames dance with the wind and time
Warmth is not all they provide
Gaze upon the dark and light
Present a game where answers hide
Out of sight from peering eyes
Seekers seldom find the skies
Look upon where raindrops fall
As though each one a harmless drum
As water droplets dry
Whisper secrets from the tides
Histories of clay and floods
Where the canvas is
Mother
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