Still

The sun burns brightest yellow
And nature is the sweetest mellow,
Green in the meadow, blue in the sky,
Chill is still in the bones of mine.

The waters of the ocean are calm,
My eyes still upon it drawn
Over the horizon so distant,
In my heart, the storm persistent.

High upon a mountain view
My perception is so true.
The world is so small and quiet,
While my mind is filled with riot.

The body I have is bare
Of the clothes I need, not near.
There is no answer to my pain,
To myself I must search in vain.