The First Step to Rebirth

The water surface still as stone

The sound of silence chills the bone

Underneath this gnarled old tree

The song of the wind drifts to me

The water has now turned ruff

The smooth stone has fled

Looking all around me

The leaves are all dead

Death now surrounds me

Cold and beautiful like ice

Leaf corpses drifting in the wind

Trapped in death's frozen vice

Invisible Beauty

As the wind you are righteous

Yet an oppressor you be

As you force gently

The swaying of a tree

I can hear your voice

As you call through my window

I can hear your song

As the birds fly above

The sharp nip at my nose

On a frozen winters day

The warm kiss on my cheek

As the summer flowers sway

So as the wind you are righteous

Yet an oppressor you be

As you force gently

The swaying

Of a tree