The elements speak.

That building doesn't speak to me. So I sit here to drink my tea. Why do they carry the hate. Why does the book seem like bait. I sit here in the grass. Waiting for alittle bass. I hear a whisper from the trees. And I know it's not the bees. It says my name. And seems so tame. The ground has a feeling. Making my anger start to begin peeling. The water has gotten louder. The sun warmth feels scowder. It feel like a old lady sits near. She doesn't want me to fear. She speaks with great wisdom. Showing great compassion. She tells a truth in the lies. Telling me I don't have to cut the ties. Just look for the truth. As you become your own sleuth. Don't listen to the blindness. And choose to act with kindness. Listen and learn to everything around. And you won't become drowned. Cause the lies will bow. And the truth will show. When you are feel alone. Just listen to my tone. Talk to the wind. My ears I will lend. The earth is my hug. So is that little bug. Water is my heart. So we'll never be apart. And fire is forever my passion. Cause I will never need to ration. The elements speak. To let your tears leak. Just as there she was. My head starts to buzz. Why do I feel connected. And yet my fate seems to be corrected