Long ago when...
words were spoken,
not predetermined,
created by naturals....
could you hear...
in the silence?
all dependents to
harmonial voices.
sitting there still
swaying in freeze,
leaves come and go
i feel thee breeze.
touch me only
when seasons change.
because such brains
don't mind much things.
give as you will.
i'll take as i do.
at the door knocking...
throug the glass you don't see.
open up and...
talk to me.
i've got something to say,.
i've kept in this safe...
words that weren't
meant to escape but you...
went and decoded
my secret language...
i hope you take it and
for only your granite.