Gentle sea breeze drifts Island melody plays on A tropical day
Within a broken mind, The shrill cries of cicadas echo Against crumbling ivory bone The cicadas keep crooning, Even in the desolate spaces Where only silence exists Can you hear them?
Squirrels dart around The towering oak tree, Scrounging for bits of food I watch them, a small smile Resting on my face As I bask in another beautiful day
Soon, I descend into a familiar world Soft sheep prance upon fields of forest green, Ivory fleece bouncing with each bound A jubilant breeze drifts through, Winding around every living being, It reaches out with spectral fingers
Golden petals sway Throughout the field, breeze flowing Soaking in the sun