To Life: Breathe In Me
Color of my Summer
Sated with overwhelming dose of green, blue and white
Leaves in their branches
Sway ever so peacefully
In the rhythm of happy indifference
Have you ever took a glimpse of the sunlight... and by their thrilling spirit of life, seen such lifelessness within yourself?
In their system to live
To feel systemed within, instead of living
It seems that a conscious is unable to live as well as the trees... because the the system
Color of my soul, a muddy blue
(The color Iíd imagine what depression would be )
As if the soul is suffering on its last ray of light...
Enslaved in the body; dark, bottomless, a pit
(Reckon its irony when thereís no depression, sadness, nor lack of color)
Barely enough, the blood does flow
Tinted gray,tasteless, salted with sweat
Thus the flavors of life... what more to savor?
Just a leftover... sealed in tupperware
Can the trees see this lonely yearning?
Will they share their joyous hymn, and weave it into my soul
to add fragrance into my smile
to heat what my soul dwells in...just a container
Oh trees, though Iím dispirited, please see within me... the potential of another lively spirit
A forest, yet they fail to breed another life ...