Farmland dressed in crystal garment ,
freed by morning sun
Tall grass 'Wind dancers' promenade  
along the terraced field road hillside
Bluebirds working the wood line witness
the collision of foggy river bottom -
and sunshine
Golden hues , the cry of Mourning Dove ,
seeking the bower of home* ....

I have left yesterday behind me and I have shed the burdens of the past. I have taken hold of my future and pressed on. I will break new ground and plant seeds of hope. I will look to reap prosperity for tomorrow. All of my mistakes are forgotten and I see the light of a new day. I cannot undo the past, I must simply forgive myself and move on. I will do my best to be a better person and to make life for others better as much as I can. I will not be bitter or worried, for whats done is done. I will not be trapped by my past, I will not look back.

a vine suffocates a tree
wrapped around it screaming
PLEASE!
don't leave me

dear god, please don't leave me

the tree goes limp
and its bark starts to crack
as the vine tightens her grip
till her veins turn black

why won't you stay? why are you leaving me?

the vine must not falter
for if she does
the tree will grow strong and
leave her in the dust

don't go don't leave me please don't leave me

but as the tree chokes,
it thrashes her off
and down will come baby,
cradle and all.

A vision of black,
Heads bowed,
Women weep as he's lowered into the ground.
His mother cried,
So did I,
People couldn't help but sigh.

The rain flowed beneath our feet,
Into the ground where he would retreat,
A place as hollow as hell,
Where he would never  fit in well.

I feel responsible for his death,
to his parents I apologise,
I wish to join him;
Every single day,
In the ground,
Where he lay.