Rovva

I fall in love again and again
With the sound of rustling branches,
Reaching for interaction,
Caressing the sky in passing.
I fall in love again and again
With the color of their flaky bark,

I remember the doves over the water;
As I released my heavy heart, I was just as light.
I remember the rays of the morning sun;
The clouds that morning held them from me.
I remember their tired eyes above smiles;

Fear is in the eyes
of all those lost,
of all those forgotten,
of all those living,
and all that pools
with sentient emotion.
Fear is in the eyes
of all those caught,
of all those murdered,