Feeling as though Feeling was something
That I no longer safely feel.
Only a few understanding the leaf attached
To the branch of a tree.
And like the tree so does life have
a multitude of mysteries.
Winter into spring and summer into fall
Emotions like a dry forest floor are in need
of mother nature tears.
Only a gentle wind can know what the forest fears,
And only a tree in its singing and swaying can
Hear its children cry.
Measuring the voids that are darker than the night
Watching the leaf caressed by the wind destine for
Its plight. Feeling as though feeling was
Something that I no longer safely feel.