A graveyard of dead trees
Fallen leaves of vast red and orange seas
Squirrels scurry before winter strikes
As children play while others pass on bikes
A harmony of the trees an the wind come together and sing
As a bird chirps then stops to clean it's wing
Children shrieking and screaming as they play
Angry armies of cars roar past, then fly away
Memories start of when I was a kid
Only broken away by time an what it did
Sitting still only in question
Of who I am and to what is my impression
I laughed . . . I played here
I was happy unknown of fear
But then reality again breaks memory's connection
Only to be lost again, still unknown of my reflection
Soft temptations pon the ear,
sweet sensations pon my tongue.
Quiet ease upon my mind,
heartily tease upon the soul.
sweet breath upon the heart,
sweet depth immerse the soul.
Lie me hear soft as sound,
though we are but prisoners here.