Photo : https://www.flickr.com/photos/angus88/4105104020
Somewhere,
There’s a sunrise,
That’s breaking overhead,
And somewhere,
There’s a sunset,
On a day that’s gone to bed,
Somewhere,
There’s a storm cloud,
Approaching from the west,
And somewhere,
There’s a rainbow,
That hides a treasure chest,
Somewhere,
There’s a rainfall,
That aids a wretched thirst,
And somewhere,
There’s a someone,
Who can see what I am worth.
I have always been fascinated with ‘somewhere” – maybe this is why ‘being here’ has always been so difficult? I love this piece:)
I feel the same 🙂
Very nice H, but we can all see what you’re worth….priceless.
Beautifully composed Helen