I am the rock
That holds fast through wind and rain,
That is strong; but still can, be chipped away.
I am the constant,
That has been relied on constantly; without complain,
That can be called on relentlessly; again and again,
I am the Listener,
That sits silently on her own.
That watches and waits and slowly is known.
I am the keeper,
That holds all secrets tight,
That tells not a soul, when other soul's might.
I am the leader,
That leads by letting others take control,
That subtly hints and subtly molds.
I am the dreamer,
That dreams her sweet dreams,
That smiles her smiles; her smiles so serene.
2 comments:
I'm telling you, you have to have a magical pony! :) There is no way you can be that good at paint.
Hey! My comments don't show up as soon as I type them!!!
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