Tell me why the raindrops feel
a speck of love in every human heart beat.
Tell me how the summer feels
a bit of the chill when windows open into the wild.
Tell me that the music does feel sad
looking at world’s war machinery cry victory.
Tell me when a poetry stumbles on
a tear drop and falls into the ocean.
Tell me what the book thinks
when it sees a story lose its soul on the hundredth page.
And don’t forget
Send a Shout out to me anytime you see someone
sitting alone in a bus stop
ready to give up everything
And then join me so we can go up there and sing to them
about how this world depends on us
how this world will be lost if we are not in it
how much this world needs us to be around
Tell me you will find me an answer
because questions are hard but honest
But Tell me that you will
Categories: National Poetry Month, Poetry
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