Happy trees
Squirrels that breath
Fish that scurry through the sea

Happy Goose
Don't be so used
As to make you light a fuse

Baby boys that follow through
Birds that shatter though the roof

In my life they tear apart
whatever left of a beating heart

Death.
Destruction.
and Despair.
Triple threat rolling through my hair.

I write of boys laughing close.
Girls waiting for those boys,
In silly pose.

Stand still they do.
Stand still we do.

Happy trees,
You know the most.