Life treats one in a certain way
When life is of a kind...
This is just a way I sense
Everything I sense with peace...
You're a precious mother to many
You're a living mother to all life...
It holds all the secrets, all the memories.
The dewy moss that accumulates in its waking of...
Time is something which is different
As time changes everything becomes different...
To learn is to see,
To see is to hear...
Once again we make preparations for
an atypical situation...
The way one feels
Is the way one remains...
Saying something
Saying anything for it makes sense...
You are you,
I am me...
Thoughts are always part of me
As I am alive because of thoughts...
Life is okay
Okay are things in life...