The wind whispered to the trees
Who sent messages in fallen leaves

The bluebell rang out the alarm
And the rabbits burrowed out of harm

The birds carried the message on a wing
Then the forest fell asleep until the spring

love doesn't tiptoe
the end of the beginning
never first again

lung collapsed no breath
Crumpled to the floor three times
death not close enough

Gunmen rampaging
Nowhere seems safe anymore
Broken government

My soul feels consumed
I own so much shame and guilt
No room for hope here

Our world when we are small.
Our bane when teenaged.
Our friend as an adult.
Our loss when death takes.