When the last snowflake melts away,
And the clouds disintegrate to nothing...
Snap. Snap.
It's the Venus fly trap...
Wind blown bent tree sways
Only a northern song plays...
Should you ever get the chance
Go watch a colony of ants...
I sit down on the rock
Watching the twirling wind...
I can think about anything
But not how I think...
There's a place out there
That's like a Fantasy...
The world becomes dark
The sky begins to spark...
The bugs and flying things herd around this thing,
A sole lone solder built up of yearly wood rings...
Listen
to the rain...
The blushing feathers
On a small Robin Redbreast...
The surface lies so still
It's placid face remaining calm...