I have shuddered

I have watched  trees’ shadows in the ponds
I have  crossed the  arctic wastes of pain
I have  heard  grass singing in the wind.

Another soul is writing  with my hand
I have  wept  while loaning him  my pen
I have   struggled  when dark rain descends

I have seen  the edges  of the mind
I  have   sensed a  silence un-contained.
I have  heard  grass singing in  the wind.

I have  grieved for   all who are confined
I have  cringed at  creeds of  cunning  men
I have  crawled  when  crushing  rain  comes down

I have seen the storm  through camera lens.
I have felt the   solar system bend.
I have  heard  grass singing in  the wind.
I have  shuddered  when dark rain descends