A soul takes me,
to edges of seas.
At times breeze
chilled I receive.
Colors do leave
leaves in a tree;
reborn are green
unto the spring.
A cold approach,
make tears most.
Fallen is a hope
in cold’s growth.
This ship I’m on,
warmth my song,
fathoms beyond
heals my wrongs.
My ears need me
when I can’t see.
Survive I try to be
better parts of me.
