SICK

~~The trees look barren,
I can tell,
That you're not feeling all that well

I stand and look and look around,
The hills, the rocks, the dry grass grounds.
The sky is pink, then brown and blue,
God knows I can’t tell you what to do.

I can suggest and send you on your way,
Hoping you’ll come back to me someday, someday.
Tell me how life treated you, how you’ve come around,
Until then I’ll stay standing on the ground,
With barren trees and dry grass ground,
With sky that’s pink and blue and brown,
I stand and look, and I can tell,
That you’re not feeling all that well.