When I'm outside by myself
I see and hear all
the clouds talk to me
with their movement
the winds call to me
the trees reply to all my questions
the love bugs fly around all paired up
the movements of the animals in the bushes
question me
while clouds say goodbye
going on a long journey
I watch them
the wind embraces me
as in telling me
they have to go
the trees stop moving like they've already gone
the lovebugs fly away
the animals movements
I can't hear
and then I begin to fear
I'm alone