Veiled dark skies Sullen damp forests’ Foggy breath sans sunlight

Big and beautiful dreams picture perfect reality of the heart and mind Alive in fantasy In the morning sunshine

Growing tired As the sun dips into the sea Growing tired Autumn leaves Falling from the trees

Early morning cricket orchestra Resounding In the summer air Open fields What lies out there

Within the confines Of tortured souls Ancient lies Fester

Oil leaks and elbow grease Men at work Tuesdays through the week Thursday eve comes Birthing of Fridays oblique

In the middle of the night Spooked scared I’m full of fright By the night owls Lonely wolves

The right song The right tune Solace of symphonies The illuminated path To the moon

The river has run dry No fruit upon the vine Creatures abounding in the heat, caves and valleys discreet Nothing left to do

Once alive yet never dead Children’s spring summertime laugh… In the air and skies overhead Omnipresent love Sunshine and breezes

My rusty convertible In her daze gleamed of a scorchiin… Whilst by the rain she suffered Her oily paint slowly she shed Now she lies within the gates

Bad mouths Bad words Sick of them Ridicule Nah

In the distance Dogs bark In an instance As trees weave in the breeze Casting long creeping shadows

Time is just the tide The ebb and flow flowing The breath of the season blowing

Scarecrow The witness of silent lightning Hears the first crack of thunder As the animals flee Rain starts to fall