I’m Here

Listen! and believe me.

Believe me when I say,

That I know what the birds say,

That I know what the trees say,

And I know what the winds say when they brush their soft, soft fingers against my cold cheeks

BUT            I do not know what I say

And when the trees, and the winds, and the birds speak across my mind,

I have nothing to say to the trees, and the winds, and birds.

So I               just listen,

EMPTY.

Just me.

                Just empty.