We’ve been dyin’ since we were born,

All fallin’ ‘round us,

A one-way street to decline...

Sometimes I hear the trees,

Listen to the mountains breathe,

Gentle breath, rockin’ time with discord….

Is there a mountain top left for me?

Is there a valley so deep I can’t see the sky?

I could sleep now, close my eyes and never wake…

© N. Bradford-Reid 2013