sylviasearcher

Fine

orlorn like a leaf, slowly accepting the breeze beneath.

I ndefinate as I change my shade, in response to the season\'s love and rage.

othing as I slowly disappear, in mud and dirt and waters clear.

ndless as I slip away, and feed the soils that end my days.

 

And so when you enquire, how are you?

Then this fine word will leave no clue

As to how I feel inside

But such is how you taught me hide

 

With each day as I arise

And when I embrace my last demise 

Be reassured, I\'m fine my dear

Because that is all you need to hear.