believe me, appease me.

there were leaves.
everywhere.
bright colors assaulted my eyes.
the wind swept my hair from my face.

there were tears.
acidic tears.
from behind my lemon drop eyelids.
that traced a pattern along my jaw.

there were children.
singing jovial hymns.
confessing their happiness to the world.
and their voices rose up to touch the sky.

there was a hint of sadness.
in that day.
as my legs lead me to the clearing.
there was this feeling.
that still dwells in my voice.