A Spirit Sunrise

Near those flowers blooming with grace I rest in shade and find a slower pace Spring air has faded with the rain Summer heat redoubled with pain Winter stillness so far away Love will find a way I'm told there on the bench though I still grow old A morning mist hath gathered around the leaves and there are no more petals remaining on the trees Butterflies hover, working hard so delicate a creature Winds blow the dirt on the road dust forms under walking mold mountain forms on the horizon dawn steadily tread toward the peaks, a pawn Spirit walk with me, for sunrise is gone