The power lies within me...
To see that invisible tree
With its arms widespread
To swirl around it
With childlike wonder
To throw my head back
And laugh silly
To climb that tree
With a glint in my eye
To fall and cry
For the pain kills me
To look up fiercely
With the fire in my heart
To climb again
Until I reach the skies
I...
Am a Storyteller.
Not the pretty pink flower
On the tree
But the wild child
That runs around free