the snow outside my window
seems to haze inside my mind
making difficult to navagate
and reach those thoughts i try to find
your voices clashes with my spirit
i'm off in a world of my own
far from where you can reach me
inside the catle in my heart- my very own home
indesivily i totter here
upon this white pittct fence
where th evastness of the seasons change
are irmeserable and imeense
my feet gravatate towards that path
and i'm taking in my sernery
each leaf and twig, and blad of grass
displays a picture of you and me.
all of life is nature
and all of life is change
storms come when you least expect them too
and once it's settled- the sence has rearranged