Waking Embers
Deep within we hold different colors of ourselves.
Sometimes the rich green of a forest at dawn.
Sometimes a quiet gray morning in the rain.
But sometimes we resemble the glowing red in the
waking embers of an ever-consuming fire.
Deep within we hold different colors of ourselves.
Sometimes the rich green of a forest at dawn.
Sometimes a quiet gray morning in the rain.
But sometimes we resemble the glowing red in the
waking embers of an ever-consuming fire.