april 13, 1999
do you ever see the treetops?
watch them dancing in the wind?
hear their silence on a still night?
or their screams when no one's there?
do you wonder at the green grass?
ever-growing beneath the sky.
it has no worries, no tomorrows,
feels no fear, says no goodbyes.
and in this place where springtime gathers,
winters fall and summers fade
into years of constant changing,
days of sun and months of rain.
and yet i see about me,
one thing which still remains.
a beauty! no, a laughter
beneath the soil, above the rain.
laughter sprung from joy unending
and satisfaction in today.