When you read some of my poetry,
I would like you to be
like a leaf that just fell off a tree
To be carried away by my words
onto a passage that'll show you a world
Where the bird of imagination is free
to fly off and off
from a space to another; fluttering its wings
towards the winds of curiosity;
and chirping its way
towards you
the leaf that just fell of a tree
to help it land safely
on the gardens
of the living.
