An icy night falling,
But I don’t mind
The prevailing wind
Against the pitch-black darkness
Engulfing me
I’ve seen how cruel life could be
The smoke out the chimneys
Mocking me
Their warmth taunting me
Holding my breath
Waiting for death
The darkness like the fruit of the poisonous tree
When the warmth reaches for me
His hands like silk nuzzle me
Cuddle me
Taking me into the warmth
His breathe chilly and calming
I’m sobbing
Next thing I know it’s morning
I found my Prince Charming.

The fast tempo of hummingbirds in flower buds
Loud repetition of woodpecker thuds

Buzzing hum from hardworking bees
While robins sing in synchronized keys
All accompanied by the swishing of leaves in the trees

There is no better symphony
Than that of nature working in harmony

You now that somebody?
Who walks into a room and everybody knows?

You know that someone?
Who always has a smile?

You know that person?
Who is always up for an adventure?

You know those beings?
Where all they want is a better world?

You know that somebody? Someone? Person? Beings?
I know them.

But you know that feeling?
When now all you can say is that you knew them.

Be grateful to say
We were proud to have known them.

I breathe in the cold snap off the morning breeze,
Birds bustling about over head whilst sailing along,
Something creeping carefully through branches with ease,
Wind carrying them in wonder whooshing them along.

The clouds thicken like when I put on a sweater during winter walks,
The trees bending to the wind and surrounding me as I walk the path,
The clouds and I shivering under our jumpers and almost out of our socks,
The trees harboring another natural world up above while I stick to the path.

Something traveling infinitely among upper Earth craving connection,
A musical lullaby rings through my ears reminding to stay on the path,
My mind racing logically and frantically wondering if they will offer me protection,
Does my human mind have more choice then just fight or flight, just stay on the path.

So I spread my arms out as I touch every single leaf with ever single finger,
The trees bending and surrounding me with their worlds colliding on my path,
I feel the morning dew dripping off of my shaking hands
I feel salty serene tears dripping off my pink face onto my path.

Wind whipping forcefully pushing the trees down listening quietly to their moans,
I enter a clearing full of tall dancing grass and head straight to the center,
I lay in corpse pose letting the dew soak through my thin shirt chilling my bones,
I let go of all of the weight on my chest exhaling it out and up towards the center.

The world loves me,
The world loves me not,
Pulling petals off of flowers,
Is a waste of being.