The Mighty Sky
She sheds her tears...

In the World of a cricket
Life is a strain...

Never have i seen a fly
With so many eyesights...

Like snowprints
Pressed into snow...

Like footsteps
Pressed in the sand...

She whistles
Then is no more...

Let your heart shine
Cast out it's glow...

If there was but a butterfly race
Not on the ground but in Outerspace...

My eyes are tired
From too much sleep...

All you nice sweet words
That's trapped in my pencil...

That photosynthesis
Running through my skin...

My thin frail spine
Has three holes in it...