Wake up and Play

You have lived in mundane moods ..

A sad and automatic life

And then you complain of greying cells

And the melancholy of repeat modes.

Years have passed by

And you don’t seem to laugh or play

It’s only a mindless passing of day.

You speak of preambles of truth

And make assertions of ” holier than thou”

Yet…the innocence and simple joy

Has long left the corpse of you.

When will you go outside

To walk barefoot and kiss the earth?

To be cooled by the shade of large trees

And the sounds of tweeting birds?

To bow to the powering sun,

To lie on your back and watch the blue sky?

And retreat and rest

Unto the peeping crevice

Of the sieved gentle moon

That will heal and embalm your tired soul.

Without this drenching in grace

You will remain forever parched and dry!

You have slept enough..

Now Wake up and play!