Crinch Crunch Squish Squash

Crinch crunch goes the leaves from the trees I touch from the ground and into the earth--that's more like the grass--but it's everything I've learned to be amazingly easy when our minds think it is hard As difficult as climbing the mountain, ones school of thought is steep and rocky--but this is life as we have made it. Squish squash as my boots meet the flood on cement ground The sounds they make are unnatural and odd to the people who have never worn rubber What or how--it does not last nor does it matter, but for some reason I still have a dream. A selfish dream, one that does not help or hurt mankind As I stroll I wish to hear the breeze--not strong, but mellow so I can barely hear what they say to me They tell me it's not my time yet I'll have my day and I'll find my way and once that moment passes I'll go back to pulling grasses off the earth's hairy head