Pine Soul
Table tops covered as mist beyond the hills
Weeds grown wildy within the fields
As time rotates so does the world
Clouds fill up sounding as hurt
Ink stick delivered by paw
Light dark about to sore
Inhale the view at first sight
Push life into others with all might
Alarming when it rain showers
At the office left the trousers
Head out the dimension for an hour
Blust out as a long-gun
Starting to run had the race began?
Hazy thoughts with erected possibilities
Feeding off the stream
As the plants reach higher beams
The humans destroy what makes them dream
Seat of the soul
Reaching for the untold