I have written words to describe flowers and trees,
How they smell up close and scent the early spring breeze,
Their swaying as a dancer, feet stuck in the ground
Making a moaning, rustling, gentle of a sound;
How day lilies open full with the early sunrise,
Last in beauty the whole day then in darkness dies.

I have words,
Describing the spirit torn,
Animated bones rise, with death reborn,
Tormented souls seek
With their decomposing bodies too weak
To dare walking the sunlight
Wandering for vengeance during the night;
I have words.

I have deeds
Hidden deeply within my words spoken,
Encouraging ones, discouraging ones,
Promises made, some promises broken,
Yet beyond words and promises the deeds
Forcing pathways of improvement with them,
Suggesting ways and some brightening days
Emotionless emotions I can send.
I have words that are deeds.

But what have I done lately?

Isn’t that always the thing,
Past gone so fast, what will the future bring?
I really don’t know
My words may break upon nothingness,
An ocean lost from the shore,
I may sink back to my darkness
And do no more,
But still,
Perhaps,
I’ll write and others may read
And find within a deed
Filling a need,

But what have you done lately?