Within the trees, my mellow mind lays

Only to awaken by the song of the birds.

I dream of home and its tall grass

With flowers so pure and time so unsure.

The last step, the last breath

my last heartbeat of innocence left playing

within the sweet smell of honeysuckle;

Let me fly home like the geese do every winter.

Let me sleep softly on the riverbed of my dreams.

Awaken my soul to the warm embrace of a winter’s warmth

and let my heart beat the beats like the gallops of a horse.

The simplicity of my mind will then be corrupted,

returned to the concrete jungle where my body resides,

my innocence stained and broken

but within the trees, my mellow mind lays.