The Leaves Are Greener
The leaves are greener on a rainy day,
a world of darkness given a new light.
There is no chance to push my pain away
as you creep closer toward the quiet Night.
A shining figure, heart of purest gold,
now sunken, sullen, just a shell remains.
Sitting, watching, I am softly told,
'It won't be long; thank God there is no pain.'