Rushing water fills the silence
Of the words that used to be.
The trees block the wind
That used to plague me.
The rocks keep me steady
Or else I'd tend to fall.
The sunlight keeps me going
Or else i wouldn't be moving at all.
The stars show me the way
Thorough the pitch and black,
And the moon ever inspires me
Making sure I last.
And though the rocks may give way,
And the trees will cease to stand.
I walk on farther today,
And on my feet I land.
