Let The World Envelop Me,
And Abondon My Hollowed Body,
Let The Stars Free Me From Anguish,
And The Error Of Hesitation

Let The Sea Consume Me,
And Let My Weary Eyelids Close,
Let The Current Cast Away My Doubt,
And The Insecurities I Hold Tightly To

Let The Flowers Tickle My Skin,
And Let Them Take Away The Envy,
Tell The Sun To Nurture What Is Good,
And Let The Rest Fade Into The Breeze

Let The Soil Embrace Me,
And Extract All Which Gives Me Pain,
Let The Earth Feed Upon My Hatred,
And Convert My Remorse To Nourishment

The Earth No Longer Nests Within Summer's Clammy Palms,
But Is Suspended Upon Autumn's Chilled Fingers,
Soon To Fall Into The Chasm Where Winter Bides It's Time;
The Dwelling Place Of All Things Which Lie Dormant

The Lawn Remains Long And Untamed,
For The Carcasses Of Summer Leaves Litter The Ground,
The Summer Sparrows Have Flown Down South,
And The Pigment Of My Skin Has Faded With The Sun

The Breeze No Longer Harbors An Exquisite Song,
Only The Husk Of A Hymn Which Was Once Sung,
The Summer Leaves No Longer Whispered In The Trees,
For They Lie Speechless Upon The Frosted Forest Floor