The sad days
That I relive
The old songs
I cry to sing

The feel of rain
On the wind
The summer nights
Those
Storms often rend

The sound of thunder
An open window brings
The trembling of the earth
When lightning rings

The odor of freshly disturbed earth
beneath my finger tips
The spring of grass beneath my feet
Its warmth
Absorbed from the sun above

The softly glowing darkness
From the fully lit moon
Seemingly like magic
To the dreamer
Secretly roaming the night

If
I could immerse my being
Into each sensation
All the things I long to be
To feel
And breathe
Once again
The wonders that have created me
I believe I would be stronger