the sun chose to

awake me in my time of need

the birds sing

as they loudly play

in the bird bath and

my painting is done but

looking like

all of life is destruction and death but

I do not believe that

is the case if you just

pretend everything is going well and

only this moment counts

when there are so many worries

what good could it be

to be anything else but

when it hurts we seek help

but if there is no time spared

with so much space between and

communication works but

only when it happens then

memories are a dream

we all toil underneath