Give me words to speak
And I will weave them into meadows
You will weep upon
To make the flowers grow

And when the meadows
Sprout flowers
And the sunlight shines
They will flourish
Like your soul

And even in the darkest hours
They will pull you into their beauty
And tease your senses
Tantalizing everything

When their aroma
Hits your nose
Do not inhale
But, instead, give breath
And offer sustenance

For nature is your nurturer
And you should return to it
As it is transient

So speak to me
When you are lost in soliloquy
Think of the words I have spoken
And tear your heart open

For I am given to be giving
And I wish only to hear you speak
For it is that which leads me to believe
In life beyond these;
My curtains of perception

So offer me direction
Give leave to this infection
Of expectant predilection
Tell me, what makes you flee
What is your bemusement
What sets you free?