Looking out at the growth of man
many sheltering here...
The death is corroding all beauty and light
The sun slowly dying, gives in to the night...
The power flows through my very bone,
I see myself in a field of glorious wildflowers...
Cotton white
faded in sky blue...
Dear tree in the middle of the pavement,
I hope you live to see...
As the wolf howls at the moon as the lion hunts...
A white glowing orb
lights up the darkened night...
The rain fell down strong
Yet the sun smiled bright...
Autumn so serene:
Basking in the warm sunshine...
The air seems different
Smells fresh and sweet...
Autumn leaves of brown and red,
Melting slowly from the deciduous trees...
Wood beneath me
strong, rough, and worn...