Young environment,
All aquatic...
Why eat your mother,
when she has given you birth...
Raindrops are falling softy
Whisper secrets to the earth...
Manmade concrete paths
Such an eyesore in nature...
Winter winds howling
The morning air awakens...
the world is
a big bowl of cereal...
As Skodi roams the fields and hills
Vibernum flowers in the chill...
In winter time it snows all the time and
Flakes are falling a shimmering show...
music is to the mind what earth is to flowers
what you might find in April...
A thunderstorm wakes
Beneath cloudy skies...
Wilderness echoes
To instruments of nature...
Four shadows in light,
triads fold to squares in dusk...