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...
I try to see beyond the colours
Which nature often paints...
A colorful butterfly glowing
In the morning sunlight and its...
A sundown splendour
is an autumnal splendour...
Surviving the dark,
the rose learns to gather blooms...
Crash bang goes the
Thunder and the lighting...
Snowflakes twirling all through the night
And the blizzard howling all night...
O little insect
you have to burst out of your silk dress...
Your flowers are so
Beautiful and bright and...