My Weeping Tears

The far off distance I hear laughter 
and watch children at play 
The smell of honey suckle 
and the early morning dew blanket the fields 
of lavender and wild flowers 
sqiurrels running up and down a tree playing 
Birds are perched on serveral tree branches 
singing and displaying the ritural of courtship 
A soft summer breeze passes gently arcross my face 
The weeping willows are like swans 
gracefully moving back and forth 
as if being guided by a conductor 
Leading a orchestra in a grand style and wealth 
For all the beauty thats around me I have
lost all will to laugh or play 
For my blood runs cold and my heart has turn to stone