Your face melts in the fog
A colorless scene
Our white shadows speaking to us as if we are alone
The tree master has no where to be
Mid day sitting by it self
A branch wanting to be more
Left by the leaf that would never return
Ahhhhhh
Why must all company leave
Mother nature is no comforter
She is no mother
A punished daughter weeps in the garden
Why must you be so cruel
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 1:31 PM UTC
Your face melts in the fog
A colorless scene
Our white shadows speaking to us as if we are alone
The tree master has no where to be
Mid day sitting by it self
A branch wanting to be more
Left by the leaf that would never return
Ahhhhhh
Why must all company leave
Mother nature is no comforter
She is no mother
A punished daughter weeps in the garden
Why must you be so cruel