HILLS - 3

Green hills hug the soul,

Sunlight paints the quiet breeze,

Peace sings in my heart.

HILLS - 2

Green hills rise softly,

Sunlight warms my lonely face,

Peace blooms in my heart.

HILLS - 1

Green hills hug the sky,

Wind whispers secrets to trees,

Peace fills up my soul.

FADED

Faded ink remains,

Whispers of dreams, now just dust,

Wind sighs, empty hand.

EMPTY

Words drift on the wind,

Empty spaces where they land,

Trust, a broken thing.

FRAGILE

Words like fragile glass,

Shattered hopes upon the floor,

Empty echoes stay.