Somewhere in the recesses of my so-called mind, I can see and hear Clint Eastwood (r-e-a-l-l-y?) meandering about among forest trees and wildlife, singing…and often from that recess place, when I am myself in such a place, it all comes to life! And every single word, crystal clear, springs forth!
However….ahem…I now have my own reality…
Mine in ( ).
I talk to the trees
But they don’t listen to me(They listen beyond words, you love-struck nut))
I talk to the stars
But they never hear me (Are you kidding? We are born of stardust)
The breeze hasn’t time (Time? In breeze-land? No such thing.)
To stop, and hear what I say ( Wind! Carries forward!)
I talk to them all
In vain (Sigh)
But suddenly, my words
Reach someone elses ear
At someone elses heart
Strings too (Excuse me? As in the entire Universe!)
I tell you my dreams
And while you’re listening to me
I suddenly see them
Come true (Sigh…again…yes…they DO, but not quite as you planned)