I
I don’t think happiness is meant for me in this life
There are fleeting moments of a feeling
Something like peace
A second of contentment
The leaves dancing on their branches to the soft melody of the breeze
Lifting their faces for the long caress of the sun
But like the hummingbird floating from flower to flower
Chasing the sweetness of nectar
The moment has sped off to the ether
Before my fingers can feel it
II
When the storm rolls over the horizon
The dark clouds creeping into my skin
My soul pulls in the thunder, I bite out lightning
This is where I feel at home
Among the darkness and rage
My blood pounds out rain
The winds howl through marrow
My eyes flash in the violence
Betraying the stillness of my hands
Only one field will burn
The one I planted myself

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