Chandre Stanley

Outside

I sit outside missing the Scent of the beach Noticing a butterfly flying Freely in the streets Reaching for it's home or Destination Amazed by God's beautiful Creation

I sit outside missing the sounds Of my friends laughter The warmth of their love Even the arguments thereafter Even a glimpse of their faces Would be more than enough

I sit outside wondering if My people is coping Praying and hoping For the healing of our country For this road has many potholes It's become more bumby

I sit outside feeling the Cold breeze Thinking of the people living On the streets For they are also suffering along With their kids I pray that God foresee their Needs Thank you to those who help Them, you will be blessed for your deeds