Endeavors in a world green

And to the eve of spring I’ve come

My beating heart they’ve never seen

And inside hides its shaky thrum

Emotions never wait their turn

I wished to shout but not be heard

And paper ears received my strain

A canvas white that keeps my words

Companionship without disdain

A conversation free of fear

Guards all the thoughts I hold so dear

A capsule of my deepest blues

And brightest golds I ever knew

Yet this escape is not all green

For fruits are destined to be shared

And famine from the faults I’ve seen

Is satisfied by writings fair

These words a match for candle lights

A dancing life in empty night

Their fire burning comet-bright

But gusts of wind then cause a fright

And out so fast in just a breath

The fire gone with nothing left

For every body bleeds the same

But empathy revives the flame