Randomness of a chaotic mind
The embers are still warm Branches of dead oak speaks Rush of blood coarse down the veins So forth, proclaims, we are alive Seas whispers of grand silence Blissful moarning of a dead memory Skies paint of endless hue Grass fiddle smoothly down the air Rain drops splash the pebbles Water flows down a gentle line Trees stand firm and strengthen Roots seek deeper down The wind is not silent and dandy Yet peaceful and soothing Flying gently up the breeze Filling of air, soothing and sappy
