The birds sing
their hopeful son.
The wind promises
with each fresh breath.
The sun sinks heat
into my skin and
a distant cry
of a horse is heard.
A peaceful setting
For sure it's peace
is attempting to enter.
But my heart and mind
know no peace
The wind blows my hair
across my stone face.
Pain keeps me hidden
deep inside and
no mateer how the earth tries
Turmoil reigns and my thoughts
remain distant to earth's plight.
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