Am I what I think of me?

From the ground of grass

to the dirt I see

am I more than hollow words

or shallow seas

loose but one single smile

falter under weakened knees

the pain will bleed

the roots shall whither

mighty the wind

fallen

fallen

fallen leaves

crush my hands

pierce my head

in my wound September bleeds

in my wound September bleeds

but for loss I will not gain

not a single brush

to err the painters name

I will grow like the trees the same

to live beyond the seasons glow

for life shall I live

under Gods holy name

By EvK

Sometimes in life things are not what they appear to be, you need to look a little further or wait a little longer. When we first see a tree in its barren state we don't know the beauty that it holds until it blooms. I mean I could imagine it with all my heart and mind but it doesn't do justice. Not until I get out there and feel it, touch it, smell it; listen to the wind blowing through the leaves as the birds sing melodies of life. You see, life can be more than just a drop of water. It can be a fountain of laughter, love and music. Gods greatest melodies sing gently, whispering love in every colour and  in every sound.