Planted by hands unknowingly sprouted
a birthing of graceful complexity...
As the snow melts away
and the rains...
Little red corvette
cruises past a purple wood...
Within shadows, darkness falls from the moon
star glow flames the magical sky above...
I'm a green leaf
I'm not a flower...
I saw the crescent moon
like an orphan child in winter...
We water the seeds each day. Each day we
watch the cautious creep of green...
Softly, the rain falls, nature's tears
Nurturing life as it appears...
With logs and sticks we built our walls
And patched the roof with straw and moss...
By the river side
a gust of wind plays music...
Why do warm days reduce in size,
And seeds fall with the Autumn leaves...
I want to
cut loose the moon...