The hurry of the train rustles the leaves of the trees
And the animals nearby quickly try to leave
The wind hits her face blowing back her hair
As she tries to get a photo of the train tracks going nowhere
She feels a sense of freedom on the back of the train
As if nothing could stop her or get in her way
The trees slowly dying the leaves falling down
As the girl wonders why she’s getting toppled around
The train comes to a stop and she takes one last look
And then her freedom feels like it’s been took
Of course we all know, as our parents have taught us
That there are four seasons nature has brought upon us
We are taught to be grateful for every single one
And the changes they bring when their time has come
They are all unique in their own special way
But there’s one that we can long for every single day
I’m not picking favorites, that’s honestly true
I love all the seasons and you should too
But there is one that we can learn to adore
For the beauty it brings when the snow is no more
When all the flowers bloom and the sun makes its arrival
We no longer have to stay warm for survival
The long summer break is the opposite of boring
But the hot sun is, indeed, rather scorching
Fall marks the time when we start school
But it’s also the time when the weather gets cool
In the winter you can snowboard and ski down the hills
But the cold does, in fact, give you chills
Now here comes the time when spring is arriving
The weather is perfect, and the animals are thriving
So I hope in your heart you hold a spot dear
And save it for spring when it’s finally here
The sun sets again
Another day passes by
Will this cycle end?
I hear the snow bells
Jingle as I pass them by
They seem all too faint
The pureness of white
This monochromatic world
My breath in the air
The first bitter bite
Into the juicy raspberry
Lingers on my tongue
Us broken people
We hide in the depths of the deepest oceans
We scavenge the crumbs of kindness others show
Swarms of bees buzz in our throats
You can't hear a thing
So we don’t speak at all
Why are we pushed away when we need the most help?
And that is why
We cling to art, music, and writing
To spill our ink all over the canvas
So our pleas of help can be heard
And our rawest emotions are free to run wild
A promise
A reminder that a want, is not a need
But it certainly is promising
A crooked journey
Deep into the forest it may be
Momentary silence is guaranteed
Hidden under the blue sky I hold
Is it worth the danger imposed?
What if I travel too far, slip into trees
A permanent solution
“Isn’t that the point?”
No, it cannot be
Cling to lyrics
A warm embrace
Your struggle is valid
But don’t be erased
A simple tree
Alone in the forest
Glimpse of green will come
A beam of light
Shines as sure of what’s been said and done
Leaves will fall
A painter’s palette
Followed by a blanket
Of purest white
It doesn’t matter
What will come
Will soon go
The cycle will repeat
Roots will hold
To the dirt it’s known
Gripping on
Through the digging
Dark it may be
The storm will end
Relax my friend
You’re not alone
Grandmother’s necklace is a beautiful thing
The bright gold is cool against my neck
A chain made of gold that she said was from Ancient Egypt
The kind used to make crowns
Grandmother had worn the necklace when she was young and her memories are part of it
When I wear it, I feel her love hug me
This necklace is the most important thing that I own
And that will forever be shown
This is the only sentimental item that I have received from her
Hopefully there will be more