Shining to Rust

Facebook_profile_copyby Justin Kell20 Jun 2014

Loneliness is not lonely to those who have no home
The birds in the air and the sky are their own
Barefoot on the dirt
This red earth is my home

Branches beckon me from lofty heights, swaying to their song
They sing for the red morning and the cold black night,
For the beauty of the sun and silver moon that gives light

Remember who you are they all seem to say
From shining to rust at the end of day.