Counting Upwards

Counting to ten.

One for the heart, for the soul, one for me.

Two for the things that make it worthwhile to be.

Three for the wretched, the foul, the fair.

Four for the birds and the bees and the air.

Five for the feelings that course through my chest.

Six for the lost souls, laid down to rest.

Seven for the places we're being lead.

Eight for the sounds buzzing all round my head.

Nine for the storm clouds that bring down the rain

Ten is for death, the end to all pain.