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.