The trees clapped their hands on our backs
Raised their delicate roots into our homes
Shivering the leaves above our hearts
Carved SOS into their trunks

An attempt to get our attention
The forest is screaming
We are tuned out
Ignoring the fallen trees sound

The greatest Art in Life is: the precission of capturing the exact moment for speaking or for remaining silent.

As earth rotated into my darkness
The moon kissed my shadow
Hard into the forest floor
Giving my shades of gray
Reprieve in a family of identical
Light has been moving quickly
For too long
Attempting to fill space
That is already filled
Our shadows never
Fail to remind us that we are still here
Alive and breathing
Blessed by the grace of the moon

Mother please,

Give me the strength to carry your legacy
The words you left here are heavy
Loving the world never came easy

Mother please,

Keep the dust off my memory
I want to remember you fondly
In your entire excellence

Mother please,

May I have your hands
Something stronger than my torn flesh
A way to hold on a little longer

Mother please,

Allow me to see through this
One step more than I took yesterday
Another breathe through the lungs you created

Mother please,

I need you
Here with me
Always

The rain came in a frenzy
Of shattered storms
When he yelled at the gods
His voice shook the air
Quivered into an echo
Shape shifted into agreement
And fell silent

The sky an open apology
To his unanswered rage
Blue under its darkness
Absorbing every breathe he took
Wanting nothing more
Than to find praise in the fact that
We.. well we are still breathing