a rock, a rock, a
rock.
I sit by the waterside numb to life.
Oh what happened to the memories of yesteryear,
of yesteryear? I shed no tear for this rock does not cry.
Oh gravity which
keeps me bound
Oh words that keep me alive, I bow to you in these times of
need.
Oh, spring waters how the sunlight dances upon you.
Oh autumn leaves how
you gingerly stumble by.
Oh life, oh nature why must the sun set? Why must the
sun rise?
Here I stand eagerly awaiting answers for all I hold are questions.
There are no signs of support
and love, only nature surrounds me.
As I sit upon your dry ,solid ground I
spy a leaf being supported by an upright broken weed.
The wind it blows strong
but this leaf remains anchored.
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