Curtains flying
away with...
I am nature,
a breathing creature...
Branches gently scratch the roof of my tent
as breezes filter softly through the trees...
Butterflys are kinky, although some bugs can be...
Once the butterfly was a grub, not something...
When I go back home
I long to remember...
Like autumn's leaves
rose petals wilt...
Sing for me thy beautiful song.
Songs of peace and love...
Clouds are cool!
Some are brilliantly white, the cream colored ones...
Rain-soaked and buried
In a dreary, summer day...
Ant
Cant, pedant...
Drifting thoughts
of velvety leaves...
In autumn, the day and night equalize
Dusty winds enter our eyes...