I feel like I'm always down.
I have found home on the ground.
Eerie silent sound of death all around.
Silence broken by the breeze.
It's moments like that where I can finally breathe.
Feeling so heavy, I manage to look up.
Parched, I wait for the rain to fill my cup.
Dry dirt and dirty hands, I bury my sorrows.
Longing for sunny tomorrows.
But it will be cold soon.
And the trees will soon dance nude.
Something about that is beautiful to me.
A comforting sight to see.
Trees become light dancing in the night.
On a dirt floor.
That will soon be white.
Oh, what a ravishing sight.
Days to come filled with more grey..
I can only hope the silver lining shines bright.
I hope the cold days to come don't make me too numb.
And that I continue to see the beauty of the mother that is Earth.
And that my knees don't give out before spring's birth.
I hope I hear the sweet of songs of new life .
And that the chilling sound of death fades into the past.
And that the dirty leaves leave...and are replaced with vibrant, green blades of grass.
I'm down on my knees.
I just don't know how much longer these knees can last.