On Christmas eve i stay up late
in my bed with cookies i may wait...

Born in confinement
with no place to rest...

Flowers bloom
among the wonders...

Tomorrow three thousand
bodies will part from a soul...

India
today...

[I awoke only to find out that i was the only one...
Nature and my tongue reveal...

Ballad of mother nature
She has a sweet aroma of flowers and taste of...

Her body of wilderness,
the scent of nature...

Through the eyes
of a withering soul...

Can you catch a glimpse
Of life itself...

In his eyes
Water flows backwards...

There is a tree
breathing and swaying...