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                  On a far mountain
Waiting --- I saw a doe waiting for
                  Its' fawn to come back
           
                        On my walk to school
Cool Ocean --- I saw a shining ocean
                         Gleaming in the sun


                              On a rainy day
Happy Flowers --- The flowers are rejoicing
                              For the rain has come

I heard the calls of the geese.
The geese flying over my cabin in the woods,
Over the smoke of my fireplace in the bitter winter cold,
Flying in an ever-widening formation of a V as others join
In the search for a place warm and mild.
How I wish I could fly with them, their lives so simple
To escape my past and start someplace new.
To leave behind my worries and fly away.
Away from everything that troubles me,
Like geese migrating to find warmth;
Then they were gone, flying past the horizon, leaving me alone once again.
And I dreamt,
Dreamt that I was one of them flying in formation,
Leaving all my troubles behind me.

I am lost.
Lost in a vast sea of black
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
All around me is darkness,
consuming me, eating me alive.
I am lost.

As I stand on my lowly lit balcony;
I look up at the vast sky,
Blanketed by light, not a single star in sight;
The city around me glistening in light,
Overshadowing the natural glow of the stars;
The night sky vanished, not a single trace left,
Leaving me wondering what will disappear next.

April rain turns lives sparkling and new
Slowly flowing down from the windowpane,
Every drop colored in its vivid shade
Dances to the wind coming to the plain.
Sweet flower petals tremble in their bed
For the dramatic lightning's sheer delight,
Young roses are in bloom, tinted in red
A burning flame inside the darkest night.
And this majestic night will soon be gone
When all the April tears fall to the ground,
Blind passion fades like the plummeting sun
And young hearts break without a single sound.
Even though the rumble of thunder is near,
There is hardly anything left to fear.

The bitterness of a cold nights air,
Leaves me alone and bare;
With the occasional flickering light,
I walk in darkness with nowhere to go;
The path silent, with trees swaying
I came forth the silver glint of the moon.
Reflecting upon the river, its glow bright as ever;
Even the moon, with its innocent light, leave me desolate;
For the world is so much bigger than I am.
I continue on, along the forsaken path, until I am no more.
Slumped against a tree, closing my eyes,  until I solely hear the rustling of the trees

Eyes closed and gently singing,

Miles of buildings calmly swaying.

Glowing lights, shining through the windows.

Creates a sea of unfinished shadows.

Perched on a rooftop, the wind,

Running its fingers through my hair.

A child wild as ever, smirking, laughing.

Flying through the night, passing around me.

The world bends around me quietly whispering.

On the rooftop, a city of stars, looking up at me.

It's an astonishing display, you see.