I adore the strange,
the eccentrically plain—
the weirdness of
a winter rain.
When summer leaves
come down to play,
and autumn seas
are as blue as can be.
I admire the trees,
towering over all the land,
able to see clearly
across distant sands.
Whilst the breeze,
fresh and calm,
hums a lovely song
that sets a mood of ease.
I could lay here,
fast, fast asleep—
with no longer a worry
for the rest of eternity.
As time wanders afar,
away from those in need
of more, more time,
I have been buried...