I stand alone,
Always enduring the cold, old...

There is something about you,
That makes the moon gleam...

Its hard not being loved,
Too heavy to hold in one's arms...

Which flower?........buzz..
Which one?...........buzz...

Ants keep their Mars Bars under cool grey stones,
Spiders hang their wafers from their webs...

Vibrant Life fears Twin, Death,
Close relation of us all...

G8, you're late,
Many brothers and sisters have finished their toil...

You flowers of Britain, who bloom so bright
With vivid hues of rainbow light...

Deep in the night...
An indigo sky hides the heavens...

No scarlet sunset could compare
To deep red petals that gently sway...

The forecasters gave a severe weather warning
High winds and snow, probably sleeting...

If we could spread our souls around the world
And stretch our souls like clouds upon the summer...