09/07/2014-21/07/2014

The sun is shining,
 the rain has gone,
the birds are still here
I can hear their song.

The once green leaves
 have curled.
and dead.

And rested upon,
your weighed down head.

They've made marks
your skin can't shred

The rain has made your chain
gleam and shine
instead.

 ( object response)