The sky, the trees, and the ground.
All are cold. But all have been warm before.
I feel the season change amongst my soul.
It once was warm, but now is cold.
The sky, the trees, and the ground.
None change location, but all move.
I am constantly relocating my soul.
But my mind remains where it’s always been.
The sky, the trees, and the ground.
I can see all through my window.
And through the window of myself.
I see the sky cloudy, the trees cut down, and the ground, full of wear.
But they once were like I, once warm.
And so I will soon change.
Like the sky, the trees, and the ground.
Through the outside of myself, inside my soul.
The sky changes to sunny, the trees replanted, and the ground, placed with new sod.
All in good time.
I’ll be warm again,
Like the sky, the trees, and the ground.

Copyright ©2001 Joseph Michael Egan