I Wish To Be Underneath A Maple Tree

Day after day I long to write, but I have no words, no tongue, no pen. My mind is closed to the rhyming words, and I see the beauty around me but I cannot make it move my heart. I don't know what has happened to me, I don't understand what evil has caught my tongue. All I know is that I cannot write, and though I used to sing, the words I cannot force to come. The birds may sing their happy song, the wind may keep on whistling, but my heart, this heart, is so weak it may only keep on trembling. Maybe it is the lack of fresh air, or the torn tendons of a bleeding heart. Maybe it's a loss of blood, or maybe it's a loss of love. I have no words, this night, this day, and all I wish to do is fall asleep underneath a maple tree. Maybe, oh I so do wish it, maybe my dreams will come back, so I can dream my days away.