The birds crow a weeping melody

Trees clean of leaves

Ground fresh with snow

The black birds stick out against the white sky

They fly above

With care for the creatures below

Singing a weeping melody

To cleanse them of their sorrow...

The birds crow a weeping melody, trees clean of leaves

The warm lights of autumn, disappear with a winters breeze

New seasons bring wonder, happiness and memories

But my last winter was with you, and this year you’re dead to me

In the past you had promised, that you would never leave

But tis the season I suppose, cuz you did it with ease

Brandish all the mistletoe, I won’t let you see me grieve...

The birds crow a weeping meody, trees clean of leaves

The grass is brown in this winter freeze

But in the distance, there is a deer

Beautiful but skittish, if you go too near

Still in silence, camouflaged in brown

Eating the dead grass, with its head down

So we flock to the window, to see it graze

Because a deer is here, and we’re amazed

The spots on its back, match the falling snow

Blissf...

The birds crow a weeping melody, trees clean of leaves

I know it might feel hard to I don’t know

but just breathe in real slow

Exhale out the pain as the wind blows

lèche-vitrine

I’ll always be watching you as though I’m shopping from the window

And I know I’m wrong

But I hope that’ll ease the actions I’ve done

I know I’m gone and I’m the reason for your tears mom

I wish I showed you I love...

The birds crow a weeping melody, trees clean of leaves.

My sickness is spreading till my knees can’t withstand.

The weight of my fears and the weight of my dreams,

Crush and unravel me in their demands.

You say that you’ll love me when crows stop their mourning,

And for what I’ve gone through, you’ll always be brave.

But will you feel that when I’m dead in the morning,

Who will you love when I g...

the birds crow

a weeping melody

trees

clean of leaves

the wind sobs

silently

a storm brews

inside a cup

much ado

about nothing

a telling of many

tragic tales

filed with laughter

filled with joy

death

and agony

pain

and fear

and this

is why

the birds

once cried...

The birds crow a weeping melody,

Trees clean of leaves

Swept in and out of silence.

I beg to free my heart and mind

From the raging winds of time.

Scattered whispers

In chirps and whistles

Sing of life without woe,

But not in a world

Where I’m doomed to grow.

Rise, recoil

Stay above the turmoil

Return to the soil.

Plant the seeds

Water with tears,

Cast sunlight

Over the shadows of my fears,...

The birds crowed a weeping melody, trees clean of leaves,

For their youngest hurled toward earth’s unforgiving crust.

The mother dove quickly into action, and a car’s tire screeched, yet

A deathly crunch scrambled and folded a plate of two servings.

The killings of man,the erasing of god’s sinful plan,

The birds hung unrested by their troubled hauntings.

The crickets crowed amongst the starkly n...

The birds crow a weeping melody,

trees clean of leaves,

they’re leaving

for a better place,

don’t be sorry,

take a feather and it place by a tree,

they’ll return in the fall....

The wind howls through, whistling on eaves.

The first flurry rises

The lakes and ponds strengthen their ices.

Wildlife departs the wood

Wishing the warmth will return for good.

Cloaks and coats,hats and scarves

Through this land the season carves.

For when the trees shed their leaves

The winter wind begins to breathe....