‪Where sky and road do meet‬
‪And the fence along the street‬
‪The trees up in the distant shade‬
‪Hang on horizons peak‬
‪Clouds hovering overhead‬
‪Over land screaming to be fed‬
‪Dirt, and brush, and tumbleweeds ‬
‪Whispers for the dead‬
Quietly she speaks
To the ground beneath my feet
Loneliness and a subtle wind
Shy, yet perfectly discreet
That’s where I retreat
Throw up my hands and sing
To the sky, to the birds
To every living thing
I sing to my own beat
The same song on repeat
The words I do not know them all
But I do not show defeat