When Words Fail Me

Frail winds now blow through my sun and it is a struggle to speak thoughts which i lay to rest to cover your clean cotton shield. Sadness is mine woman yet when you touch me the sandy pearl upon your finger tip still shines with all your might soft song on mine do master it's glow. The many mother still linger aside the few, why do some still count the small trees deep within your foggy glade..my mother..why? Upon me your gaze when it rains your streams still run thick..as you stoop and count your fish. Still mother I strain to provide now the seed to fill your land that you struggled to plow so free of stone..mother..why? Because you love me when you come in.You love me mother, when you come in and cover your friend in need and hold him untill he's still.