birds chirping through this maze of a day
sunshine searching for dew drops to evaporate
sounds that fill spaces left vacant by silent noise
hands that labour till they fall by the side tired
lives that are spent yet needed to be restored
wheels of time fly till they reach farthest skies
scarecrow they erected has familiar face
winds that blew cold turning warmer by each passing day
grass this side and beyond the fence turns greener
flowers that shone in her hair fragrant as ever
rose she carried sits silently in her drawer
with crimson lips it repeats unsaid utterances.
