TRUST

Trust speaks
-Though -its best unspoken,
The yellows fall in terms with the springs 
That the woods will flourish again,
The roads keep running
So the sun isn't caught in hands 
HE sent us on land 
Believing that we will find the way to him one fine breath 
and, we don't keep a count on the beats of ours as,
He keeps his stars  safe we know...