When the Sidewalk Ends
by Heather Dakota
Hello stranger, neighbor, friend
I see you hiding behind curtained windows and locked doors.
The bushes grow to shut out the light.
As the darkness falls on your world.
What do you hide from?
I see your life with the busy days and stress-filled nights
with trashcans standing like soldiers
waiting for the man to take your shit away.
Out of sight. Out of mind.
It's easier that way,
but the Earth feels your throw away life
Do you hear the sacred within you calling?
Let me share what I see...
the yellow flicker knocks on your spirit to come greet the day
the squirrel plays in your yard, hoping you'll play too
the hawk lets out a mournful cry asking that you see things from a higher perspective.
Listen Beautiful Soul.
What will you do when the sidewalk ends?
with trashcans standing like soldiers
waiting for the man to take your shit away.
Out of sight. Out of mind.
It's easier that way,
but the Earth feels your throw away life
Do you hear the sacred within you calling?
Let me share what I see...
the yellow flicker knocks on your spirit to come greet the day
the squirrel plays in your yard, hoping you'll play too
the hawk lets out a mournful cry asking that you see things from a higher perspective.
Listen Beautiful Soul.
What will you do when the sidewalk ends?
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