Home

Flowers bloom and saplings pierce the soil, 
like knives of grief pierce my heart. 
I watch flowers rise above its decayed brethren 
Rivers go in one direction, not resisting, 
But flowing peacefully. 
In the winter, the river freezes with no animals to warm it 
But in the summer the river is pure and warm  
Like our hearts and souls 
Birds tweet with joy and trees sway side to side 
Engulfed in nature and peaceful silence, 
I walk on this land, 
This safe bubble of warmth,  
This is home.