My eyes watched magnolias
Bloom in the summer;
I watched the leaves
Rot in the water.
I hope that someone
Notices these things.
I don't think that
I'll be here
Next year.
I'll be like the cold wind,
Blowing through the winter,
Chilling your skin.
I watched the ocean
Claw at the land's edge;
I watched it flow
Into the blue sea,
Sinking in the moonlight,
Dissolving away.
I don't think that
I'll be here
Next year.
I'll be like the water,
Flowing in the ocean,
Drowning the land.
