Homeless is only a term used for those who own it all

Lying in the shadows on a breezy day
The apple tree blocks the sun and scars from you
The dewey grass melts away your fears
The falling leaves engross your mind, chasing away the memories.
The smell of rain calms your senses
The birds chirp so heavenly you forget you even had problums
And you fall into a lullaby, a false sense of security.
The wind changes direction sharpley and blows a gust of wind threw the locks of your choclate brown hair.
You sit up abrubtly, knowing its come back.
Something thumps you on the head and you fall to the ground,
only to be woken by someone that smells worse then that of trash.
A homeless man, wandering the part in search of spair change, will be the only one to ever know you existed.
His Camo colored jacket with all the tears and holes, has the stench of stale alchohal.
His toes stick out of his boots, and his hat has fishing hooks on it.
His shopping car filled with stale beer cans and empty pop bottles.
As he leans down to sense if you are still alive you see not only the face of a lonley old man, but one of a highly succesful world leader, who will eventually change the face of this planet singlehandedly.
His life flashes before you, and in an instant you realize he is more than what he seems.
This one man, has the power to make-or break this world.