A Lullaby

An indemnity  there  always been
but
The soul is set free.
Clouds
knowing it very well wandering more freely
touching
the
soils,
mountains,
rivers,
and the enormous seas.

While the roses are blooming
and
birds flying,
the wind blowing
north-  
south-
east and west

And time in a cradle of  uncertainty,   
always singing
'Let it go ...let it go...
In a lullaby.