A Sad Twist of Fate

Restless with pent up energy

Finding inspiration all around me

The wind, the lake, and dancing leaves

But sadly, No pen, nor paper do I see

Frantic I try to capture each nuance

That glare at me, making me feel in a trance

The golden grass and scent of pine

How I wish I could lock them in time

I know that this vision I must convey

Like the rippling waters in the bay

Each lonesome cry of a bird's song

Makes my heart wish to belong

Here among nature's glory and love

Lying in warm rays sent by the sun above

Oh cruel fate, how you taunt me.

But sadly, no pen, nor paper do I see.