I am eyes and I am ears.

I’m all eyes and ears today,

And nature hasn’t flooded,

Any debris away.

Birds are ducking and,

Diving as they do,

Branches, fast on the,

Muddy ground like glue.

A green and shredded carpet floor,

Littered with mess,

From the tremendous night before.

And I’m all eyes and ears.

We, things of the world,

Hide away in our homes.

As the sticks,

Which finger at the skies,

Die.

And broken in the mud,

In the glue,

In the morning dew,

They rot,

And the world is made anew.

Autumn is upon us,

And soon winter will grab icily,

At our souls.

And take hold,

All bitter and dark.

I’m all eyes and ears,

Winter holds no fears.

Because, as rain follows black cloud,

Spring will be creeping through my mind.

This is the way of things.

Spring follows winter,

Then summer,

Autumn,

And winter again.

Time, regardless of us,

Slips away,

And each day,

The world is made anew.

And I am eyes and ears.