untitled, planning to turn to a folk song. would love some feedback and interpretation of it.

Well i’m sitting on a bench,

i feel warm in the shade of a tree showering me with love.

With this guitar in my hand, well i think to myself,

maybe i could pay it back with a couple chords or such.

As i open my mouth i see,

a word just within reach, with nothing there to hear.

The moonlight shaped only me, but oh what a shame,

that this ain’t the tree to lend me ears to sing for.

As i walk and burn in the sun,

leaves are falling all around me, and now the snow was covering the face of the earth again.

I see a couple birds singing, in the warmth of the sun.

As i tread so gracefully, on my road of silent shame.