As the branches grow,
the people age also,
and nobody gives tribute to their roots.
As roots age and die,
noone lends an eye,
noone thinks to remember what's lost.
Remember when you're old,
remember when you're young,
remember all of the people from before your life has begun.
Seattle
Evergreen forests stop for a few,
To guard a metal city of buildings old and new. I see drops fall on my windowpane,
As I drink coffee from pike place main,
Never have I seen,
A city so supreme.
Rain
Drip drop drops fall,A liquid blanket over it all,
When gray clouds come cover,
And sit, wait and hover,
You know that the tears will shed soon.
Socks
Keep me warm on a winters night,
Your close knit fabric,
By the fire so bright.
Matching my gloves,
Your stripes, your dots,
Help me stay warm as I wander my thoughts.
The same ones I hang on that one wintery night,
That I hope will be full when I wake up with sun bright, This symbol of decision, of bad or of good,
Will show me if I have done as well as I should. These strung together stockings,
Some made by my mom,
As she sits in her chair,
Rocking all day long,
This yarn like connections,
From mother to daughter,
Like discussions they've had,
And the things she has taught her.
As I get older, I never thought,
I'd grow out of my family,Like I grew out of my socks, So I'll take them with me, And I'll take you too.
Music
The beat of the earth matches the pound of the drums, And everyone listens as louder becomes,
The harmony clear as it floats high above,
The lyrics you know written carefully with love,
The treble or bass,
Will get dropped in your face,
Will the tempo increase rapidly,
don't know much about music,
But I know people use it,
Every way imaginably.
No matter the speakers,
The earbuds,
The sound,
Music rocks my kingdom,
And it shakes the ground,
The louder the volume,
The more you will hear,
As the music increases,
So will your cheer.