Tears beneath a golden sun

Golden brown leaves rustled across the ground Leaves rose and fell with the wind The sun was yellowish gold, The hot bright sun peeked through tree tops Rays of light casted shapes of all kind on the ground Light reflected in a tiny green green puddle A step away from me Dead palm fronds lined a river bank Stories untold under the paws of deers that roamed undisturbed Green vines hung from tree branches And connected to other trees A curtain of vine hung loose From maple branches Beyond the curtain was brown harsh desert that contrasted the cool breeze and greens from the dense and dark and dark rain forest I once stood I stepped away from the vine curtain And stood barefoot on the hot sand Thorns where roses once were Dresses no one wore Smiles no one shared Quit graves no one dared lay Among the dust I was laid I died before I was born Before a golden sun I was born in a casket Dusty brown Mist danced among still wind Sandy wind blew, deserted lands for miles Quite burials, hushed tones, No goals achieved My soul departed I hovered and watched my own burial After 8,760 hours I returned to my little place My home for a year The earth had accepted my body The life I never lived Plastic roses everywhere Thorns where roses once were I bore my own memories no one shared And when the full moon came I went to see father on the balcony Worry and fear clouded his face I spotted a dying deer wounded by a bullet I stole the body of the deer I joined it's mind became a part of it but i kept the body cause I needed it And when I went to stay with my parents They welcomed the child they never had As a deer in distress I went to who would have been my mother I sat on the balcony and cried No one heard, I stood wrapped in white silk What once wrapped my tiny body perfectly Stuck to my soul Plastic roses everywhere Thorns where roses once were Days no one remembered I bore my own memories I went to the river And listened to its tales of survival, I watched the lizard scamper The leaves rustle The earth had stories to share Of bloody wars drought, famine Decay, rust, and dust and mighty hadows that grew and fell To the light of the day. I, had none to tell