The sun beams pierced
Through the foliage...
Oh heavens high, where are you now?
I searched for you within the clouds...
Just an old man on the beach
staring out into the waves...
A scented moon caves in
on a tree top...
For the sake of lake, I climbed
on the weeping hills...
black and green giants pour
sound forth as much as paper...
Boundaries crushing me, struggling to
Remember who I really am, trying to...
Octaves resonates
Warrior bloodlines within...
In a garden surrounded by an old picket fence
Stands a lone rose colored by the winter's frost...
Our love is infinite
Your voice...
The heart is big of our Nature
It grows people & creatures...
The most wanted moon
was writhing...