Analysis of The Naivety Scene

A forlorn world whispers what's left
And in days to come will guide a low sum
Through the breath of the trees and the water near,
The quiet voice speaks,
Only wanting those listening closely to hear

Alone the mordant kin knows
Which way the wind blows,
Taking notes prone in blades of grass
Aloof from sheer bias, away from the crass,
This sound isn't found on a Sunday

With a humdrum verse, some detest but rehearse,
Singing chorus in bashful disguise
If known such a sympathetic sight
Then why must they all close their eyes?

How the magic of reality will liberate off the bind
Once those amongst the naivety scene at last do wish to find
For the quiet voice speaks,
Only wanting those listening closely to hear

(Written on December 4, 2012)

© Ricky Randall
December 4, 2012