I'm still pacing on the same spot.
Eyes of green are staring at me, it torn myself apart.
I can't bear to lift my head to stare the color.
The storms had put a yellow tape to sideline my journeys.
When is the bright sun and thick clouds are going to be in the picture?
Weeds and tall grasses snatch my breathtaking scenery away.
I stand and yearn for lavender fields with butterflies rejoicing with their love ones.
'Ahh', it's the sound of my exhale, embracing the relaxation.
Soon, I'll produce such rhythm to mark the ease of burden.