I have walked through poppy fields in sun
I have struggled when dark rain descends

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