Bailey C. Writing

Snow in the north has f   a    l   l  e   n      drifting          down Trees the lone  survivors thin like the children across the globe The forest is starving for the sun       for rain            for life *2013- Bailey C. Writing

Each pound, each beat Moving one along in life           The pounding on pavement of frightened feet               The steady beat of the most vital bass drum                   The smooth beating of wings on a bird's flight Beats are vital to moving feet                        to grasping fingers                           to the twitch of an eye But the controls are fragile So erratic and unpredictable Under fire from disease and malfunctions How can something so small so odd in its architecture  be the essence of life        the reason a little boy can swing           the reason an old man can play bingo               the reason I can write t...