Tattered and unfocused
Trees rustle in the wind
My mind fades, into chimes and hymns
A shallow breath
A cold goodbye
A tear gliding into a world that abides
A gentle sunrise comes bearing renewed strength
Honest intentions and loving satisfaction awaits
A pick to earth with sweat to brow
a warm breeze embraces those who need it now
Fields be turned, seeds be put to bed
These seeds could be intentions
or thoughts in your head
Water them well, for one day they will grow
bearing fruit of your labor
Products of your faith
your work
and most importantly
Love <3