The weeping willow so swiftly sweeps
Along the path so often littered...

The eccentric old lady with pink hair,
stubbing out her cigarette...

When I see the destruction she causes
Of something so simple and pure...

So many ways, so beautiful
is the garden that they share...

Lame beauty withering slowly
Against the precious life form's arm...

Whilst walking along this distance
I've walked so often before...

Lord whisper softly
So only I hear...

Written for a contest:
Facing up to you...

If all the smiles you gave me
Were smiled all as one...

Persecute my wishes
And treat me as you like...

An angel flew before me
And settled for a while...

I'm reaching out for someone but I don't recognise...
I've never seen someone before with whom...