The countryside
is a pretty place
to be

When I was little
I would look out
and see
a field
a meadow
and stories would start to pop into my head

I haven't changed
as I have gotten older

I like
 to write
a lot
when I am bored
I tell
stories
in
my head.
The characters
are
my friends
my companions
and
my
entertainment

The rain falls
Fiercely
As the storm
Rages on
And yet
I am safe

The rain
Paints a picture
On the window
As the earth
Cries tears
To nourish
The soil
And cleanse
Everything

The heart
beats
because it has to
in order to survive
We depend on it


My heart
belongs
to the ones
to whom I have given pieces to
along the way
they help me
to survive