Naked winter trees
drifting further from the sun...
Was there any option left?
Violence was there...
A Japanese Camellia,
the Rose of Winter...
Snow is white
because it is...
Depths of my soul cry under the sky
moonlit night songs bid thee goodbye...
Mysterious silence, the world freezes
a taste of death, lonely breezes...
Pan chased springtime dreams
as whimsical Lilacs cried...
Ever falling leaves
Paint beauty onto pavement...
The seasons bring a multitude of colours
that seem to grow more beautiful with age...
Silently tuning her guitar
with finger on cord...
I am a breeze,
Drifting slowly through the trees...
We should be the wind,
Thru the trees...