My air is stored in the tree

My air is stored in the trees
My food I stored in the fields
My water is stored in the oceans
That’s the way God made it

He stored wine in the grape
He stored bread in the wheat
He stored spices in the forest
That’s the way God made it

He stored life into all things
Beginning, present and end
It is all a place for our dreams

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012