The dry wind wisps through my hair
As I walk a path so desolate and bare.
Dark clouds loom above me
In the dreary sky,
So I hold up my umbrella
In an attempt to hide
Away from their poison
That they threaten to cry.
I look to the trees,
They cower behind their misty veil
And quiver in the chilling breeze.
My gaze searches the swaying grass,
It tries to warn me
But my reason is far too illusive ...
