Pandas and Long Endless Trails

Painted Pictures

There's a truth in a

painted picture of grass,

as it's sways aside to reveal

secrets. In poppies that

grow bittersweet red and black,

that drank the sorrow and tried

to forget. To dancing fields

that grow from years

of crushed, decaying, pitiful lives,

to form those magnifiscent

oceans of cerulean upon gold.

Truths that cascade over storms,

rushes to help those caught in the

betraying winds and cold.

There's a glistening truth in

all sadness

for all those who need.