What I would give for the warm of the morning sun

the cool of the evening breeze

the rustling of the leaves in the trees

I think then, life would become more fun.

How it would feel in the silence of the evening

to hear the bark of the dog now and again

the chirping of the birds in their happy game

I think then, life would have more meaning.

What then  if I sat under the quietness of this place

every day and every night

in silent thoughts of the world in its ugliness, the

world in its beauty smiling in my face

only me it would be,

for my mind to make it right.

And then my tears are hard to fall

and fall I want them to with all the wailing inside my heart

with all the pain blocked by a rigid wall

and only the softness of the rain, the warm of the sun

the rustling of the leaves in the trees, the bark of 

the dog now and again, the chirping of the birds in 

the sky, could ever tear me apart.