It catches me, the breeze.
My body begins to seize,
No longer a butterfly
Waiting to die,
But rather, a cloud.
Confound!
The rains kiss our lips.
The mood clips.
The forest, I walk.
The stepping stones have me flock
Further and further away.
Singing is the stream,
Dancing in the beam
Of nature's bliss.
But the sunrise's kiss
Will not be forgotten,
Though the summer is misbegotten,
We dine in the sunset,
A track not yet met.