The Calling
I hear the calling as I walk along a path.I look around for the sound I hear but all I see is dead trees and dry grounds.I look up and see dark clouds.I hear the calling its as if the call is touching my soul.Then I realize my soul is crying out to the calling.I stop and look about and there in a tree I see a crow.And I smile,I found the calling.The crow then calls again and my soul cries out.But then I see a light,an Angel steps to me and holds out a head,smiling.I take the Angel's hand and say thanks to the crow for helping me find my way home to the light.
I hear the calling as I walk along a path.I look around for the sound I hear but all I see is dead trees and dry grounds.I look up and see dark clouds.I hear the calling its as if the call is touching my soul.Then I realize my soul is crying out to the calling.I stop and look about and there in a tree I see a crow.And I smile,I found the calling.The crow then calls again and my soul cries out.But then I see a light,an Angel steps to me and holds out a head,smiling.I take the Angel's hand and say thanks to the crow for helping me find my way home to the light.
