Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

And there is time for everything. For taking long walks with you. On days were the skies are blue. And love is in the air for you. Baby bunnies and two little birds will try to say hello. A colony of brown ants too. We will see trees rustle in the wind for us. Trees tall and some little. Some trees will have leaves green and wide. Others will by tiny and full of spikes. Your feet will rest at signs that say stop. Your hands will imitate the eagles of the sky.

My dreams for you are to always have moments like this. One where crepe myrtles pink and full, stop to whisper sweet nothings to you. I wish the ease of the wind they bring to you. The joy of trees too. May your eyes be full like the colony of ants we see. Your nose inhale the glory of tiny tea roses. Your legs walk miles along paths gentle and kind. Your mind remember your name means God. Here where everything and time is for you.