Soul Deep


Cherished moments,
cherished by me

I cannot run,
neither will I hide

Life is of the flowers
and dreams

Life is of the stormy clouds
and thunder

I follow a rainbow at times
where is that pot of gold

The answers are me
I know

I lead my direction
and I follow me

Tears become the pain
and the pain becomes...
soul deep

Robert H. Green
� 09/11/2003