Multiple people surround me
Their voices buzz, like
Bees in a hive
People wander farther away
Feelings of emptiness, loneliness
Shining down, bright
Over tree tops like a
Flashlight in the dark
Changes in mood something different
Frostbitten body
The cold breeze
Argues with the sun,
Cold setting in
Light, green grass, moist, every
Blade shimmers in the
Sun’s ultra violet light
Tree’s move back and
Fourth with the gusts of wind,
Whistling as a bird does though out the day
In the distance there’s a quiet sound
A sound almost hidden to the ears,
Wind chimes