Words will never be enough Dancing around the idea Never conveying its depth Filling the air with empty space Useless when needed the most
Looking at the shining green leaves Filtering the daylight Some dry up and float Softly in the wind Crisp breezes taste like cider Next to a warm fire
And yet
Where is the passion That stirs when looking out Feeling the breeze Bite your nose, tussle your hair Where is the unexplained joy for festivities soon to follow Where is the loneliness That rises when looking up At the bare branches Catching the last rays of sun Until the buds of spring
What can words do? Attempting do describe The depth of life The intensity of emotion Never able to completely succeed
I am an island No words will allow Anyone to know The breadth of emotion