The room is tense, It's anger-filled, The air seems thick, I'm with him now, I care for him. Time goes slowly by, As our fears subside, I can sense his calm, He softens now, I care for him. His eyes meet mine, Unable to speak, I feel his trust, I open my heart, I care for him. It's time to leave. The leaves glow brilliantly, have never shone brighter or danced so gently.
Leaves aflame proclaiming life in whistling whispers to one another.
A playful tiny brown squirrel skitters to my boughs confides its lost safety among my branches Wrinkled, beautiful leaves whisper aloud of life and breathe the air of earth. She came into the room smiling. I asked her questions about cancer and illness. I asked her questions about cancer and illness. I looked in her eyes.