I,A Soul

with twittering,tweeting and chirps of chiffchaff a sublime chime of hope resurrects inside i,a wild rose,somewhere in the pastures grown i grow,i alter every day,every hour and minute Some days are filled with achromatic gloom making ways for impending doom To taste death one day,i live many days each passing moment unite me with tale of yesterday i am the present,who is past eating future perpetually standing aloof from miseries and pleasures that was not the rub-i haven't cared enough I,a soul,who in the body,somewhere hidden