in tree tops they perched
like feathered decorations...
pollution and smoke, we
gift our lungs...
Why do warm days reduce in size,
And seeds fall with the Autumn leaves...
A soul-search violates
a code.You cannot...
You receive when
you don't ask...
If I was a bird, I could fly
Way up in the clear blue sky...
"Snow should be treated like wild beasts at the Zoo, observed from behind a pane of glass and never disturbed" |
Embracing radiating heat via softened pale sand, blossoming relationships and vividly colored flowerings surround the mere thought of summertime. And in the distance, one may see, the warm merciful sentiments, for all to be. |
' when i new day begins give thanks, smile gratefully, take advantage as if it's your last day'. |