The soothing rain
Washes away pain.
My thought’s train
Quieted by the rain.

The wind blows
And my heart goes
High
Untoo the sky.

Would that I could travel with the breeze
And soar amongst the trees.
But I am to the ground tied
And must dwell amongst tears and sighs.

The fallen leaves are dead
Yet Overhead
Birds sing
Presaging spring.