Words

These words, they jump out of the page
And into the atmosphere.
They Swirl and curl and twirl to the boundaries
Of this limitless sphere.
These words they reside, pop up and hide
Into the expanses of our mind,
These words are love, These words are life
These words are resourceful mines.
Now, there a line flows, from the holder of woes
And takes flight into the sky
To drop as rain, on the healer of pains,
as truth is joy is why.
Words to know a heart, a view to a soul.
Two words on a see saw, one on the swing
A word that sees it whole.