broken cold sitting alone. immense pain, no humanity shown. withered thoughts of an old drying willow. tethered together for the comfort of a new snow. shivering blades whispering wheat fields. telling the lies that insanities shields. Pleading demands from our cold harsh land. we must sleep,rest, and renew, ready ourselves for the chance of a few. happiness holds with sunshine and clear skies, this is now shown from my cold lonely cries.