My self blooms
along with the world...
I guess you can say this is about Nature.. But I...
Splashing in the pool...
I can think about anything
But not how I think...
Open hills, wide grass
Free air, fresh air...
The rustling leaves,
Of a cherry blossom tree...
The snow fades away,
Disappearing to make way...
The leaves are now brown,
As they flutter to the ground...
Sacred lands are where the native people once...
lands where the waters ran clean...
I sit down on the rock
Watching the twirling wind...
Should you ever get the chance
Go watch a colony of ants...
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills...
The Eternal Moon,
Shining so brightly tonight...