2 Healing the Curse

Cowriter Louis Williams

The trees are so green

The water is so vibrant

For the time of year

Peace is all around me here

The wind is speaking to me

It speaks every

Morning before the crisp dawn

Telling me stories

And keeping me sane for now

The view of it all heals me

The view from my desk

Is not comparable to

The view from up here

That view always stares back too

A view ever so open

The mountains whisper

As well as the creeks and streams

That healing must start

The healing from my own heart

How do I begin to start?

As soon as I have

Started to heal my own wounds,

The stories nurse me.

A curse I cannot carry

Finally, I am now whole.