It was such a beautiful morning. A rare beauty.
All of it was so special. My work day was magical to say the least. I was astounded at how much we got done that day.
The rain which poured down was so soft and pure and softened the land beneath my feet. The leaves glistened and hissed at their falling cadence.
Even the critters sang along.
Would that Nature would sing along.
But my voice. But my voice which sings so differently.
Sings a discordant song. A minor key needed by me.
I can't, or is it "will" say what is inside my soul?
Dare I say, dare I say
Dare I say Rejection
From within my own soul?