What is this white stuff
why it is snow...
I am constant even more then the stars,
And the giver of all land scars...
Perched high above so I can see,
a vast land telling me that I am free...
Assasins of the sea, elegant, powerful, azure...
swiftly guiding, floating in the sea that they...
The sun floats still
On a late September...
I walked down a sun-lit path
and came upon a lone tree...
The cold and snow are gone for a year,
The gentle warmth is finally here...
Rain sounds soothing but
Nature's orchestra will play...
Set free the water?
do not harm the spring...
A Day In A Dream...
Almost reached.
Your tongue slips...
The hushed winter dissipates,
and the migrated songbirds...