Golden brown leaves rustled across the ground
Leaves rose and fell with the wind
The sun was yellowish gold,
The hot bright sun peeked through tree tops
Rays of light casted
shapes of all kind on the ground
Light reflected in a tiny green green puddle
A step away from me

Dead palm fronds lined a river bank
Stories untold under the paws
of deers that roamed undisturbed
Green vines hung from tree branches
And connected to other trees
A curtain of vine hung loose
From maple branches
Beyond the curtain was
brown harsh desert that contrasted the
cool breeze and greens from
the dense and dark and dark rain forest
I once stood
I stepped away from the vine curtain
And stood barefoot on the hot sand

Thorns where roses once were
Dresses no one wore
Smiles no one shared
Quit graves no one dared lay
Among the dust I was laid
I died before I was born

Before a golden sun
I was born in a casket
Dusty brown
Mist danced among still wind
Sandy wind blew, deserted lands for miles
Quite burials, hushed tones,
No goals achieved
My soul departed
I hovered and watched my own burial

After 8,760 hours I returned to my little place
My home for a year
The earth had accepted my body
The life I never lived

Plastic roses everywhere
Thorns where roses once were
I bore my own memories no one shared
And when the full moon came
I went to see father on the balcony
Worry and fear clouded his face
I spotted a dying deer wounded by a bullet
I stole the body of the deer
I joined it's mind became a part of it
but i kept the body cause I needed it
And when I went to stay with my parents
They welcomed the child they never had
As a deer in distress

I went to who would have been my mother
I sat on the balcony and cried
No one heard, I stood wrapped in white silk
What once wrapped my tiny body perfectly
Stuck to my soul

Plastic roses everywhere
Thorns where roses once were
Days no one remembered
I bore my own memories

I went to the river
And listened to its tales of survival,
I watched the lizard scamper
The leaves rustle
The earth had stories to share
Of bloody wars
drought, famine
Decay, rust, and dust
and mighty hadows that grew and fell
To the light of the day.

I, had none to tell