The economy, a force unseen,
Yet felt in every day and dream...

In the boundless black of space, where celestial...
There lies a canvas painted vast, where cosmic...

A whisper in the breeze, a dance of golden light,
Informed me that the season past...

In the quiet of winter's end,
Where frost once claimed its reign...

There is a river I return to
not because it waits for me...

Whose woods these are I cannot say,
Their laughter rings from far away...

You constant friend,
A presence that seems to never end...

There are men who learn the world
like a language with missing vowels...

Hope is the flame that burns within,
A spark that ignites even in the darkest of sin...

How do you trust someone
Who shows you a brand new sun...

In a world of noise and haste,
I find solace in a quiet space...

Amidst the woods and fields so green,
Nature's beauty can be seen...