In yonder meadow flowers bloom
cascading hues and sweet perfume...
A soft breeze
flows through the air...
The coppice forest
leaves burnished green and gold...
Wilted ivy leaves
Soft fluttering to the ground...
...
You stand as Sentinels of gold
Garbed in sheaths of green...
Oh blue immense ocean
witness of abundance...
Clouds are hanging low
grey pillows filled with water...
Fire
Burning...
How can something you love so dearly
destroy it all with enormous power...
OUR DRUNK FRIEND
He goes out on a limb, he cares not who sees him...
The season has come
To sing lullabies...