EXISTENCE

Oh! I do behold
My surreal existence
Among the cold winds
Sweeping from those woods...

I feel it mesmerizing
Touch of the cold hand
After the winter rain
Leaving the woods behind
And facing the grassland...

In a few moments
I'll watch them swing
Little grass flowers
Overwhelmed yet grave
Calm yet moving...

I've nothing to tell
'cause winds never look back
But the grassland'll go on
And my existence'll tell you all...