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,

Make me anything other

Than a victim of the years.

Maybe with a new season coming round

Something strong and sprightly

Will stand tall, unwavering

In the raging winds above the ground.