They look upon us with eyes of emeralds
Moving to the rhythm of the beat
Of the singing – constant singing
And the wailing of sadness.

Red flowers are blooming…
Blooming… blooming…
Soaking up the water of life
And growing bigger… bigger.

Leaves are falling in the
Ripples of the wind that
Fall off the branches of
Death. Or life?

Tears are moving across
The ground, all scarred
And cut and dug out
From life’s struggle to move on.

Gold dust now everywhere
Coating us all in finery
And giving us riches of
Rubies, gold, and jet.

Stars are going out,
Clouding over from the
Rain, the non-stop rain
Until the sun comes out.
That sun that cannot reach us,
That warmth that is lost and gained.
That treasure that cannot be found
Until an ‘X’ marks the spot.

X