Friend Within Hear Me

I smell sweet country spring waves of many scents. I tell of beauty of rolling hills, creating a valley. I touch the love of my life, luckier than many gents. I have spoken of my sorrows; I have nothing to tally. My desires and dreams have faded with this maturity. However, others have taken shape to which I follow. I need to hear that I have learned from the majority. I need to hear that at least my mind is not hollow. I need to hear that somehow I have made a difference. I need to hear that love I have given; there is a reason. For past thoughts and wishes, I ask for reverence. Since my seed has stopped, I have no new season, I smell crispness of cool autumn air at the end. I tell of loneliness of country roads to nowhere. I feel loss of many loves with no future to send. I have spoken words in ink, all my heart can bare. However, my mind, I hear, many may say I am selfish. However, most of you have continuation to relinquish. My friend within I beg you to stop searching for a wish. Then possibly more things in life, you may accomplish.