Recovery

Lone birch stands in a small clearing Sadness like tears of moon light from her visage we are seeing Beyond ghost white bark her soul is beating Wind wonders why she is weeping Her biology gives her limits to her being Was she once more or less then tree to the side slightly leaning? She feels like her very soul she is loosing But the soul can’t be taken even if heart is bleeding She looks to the sky dreaming As young shoots appear at time of spring Is there a great king Or is it just ballad echoes sing The mind seems to function even if unknown is the thing Whether or not it is mind fit for a king The soul dreads that it cannot hold on to anything Time is a problem but maybe it is time that can tell anything Longing to freedom in her version of justice believing She looks for divine blessing She wants perfection in spectrum of everything To that goal step by step she devotes what she can do in destiny of her soul’s recovering