THISISJOHN

lucky we
grow up by the trees
smiling and happily
in love, on our knees

if there is a way
i know i would pay
for all of the time
we spent in a day

helpless mercy
i have what you do to me
a box and a memory
can't help to speak to me

beyond the mountains
in valleys and shores
underground fountains
our lines finding more

and all nature screams
that we are losing our steam
seek and find the hills again
lacklustre the gleam