Every evening
Birds are singing...
Rain is falling down, and the air feels cool
The storm that once was, is no more...
If life was a Beehive
And we all got along...
....Poetry is art
natural beauty is one...
Cool breeze gushing past me
Loving every moment of my journey...
Upon the edge-wood
I ride against thunder...
I will come to gather you
And take you to my heart...
Deep blue sea in my eyes
Exquisite scenery; mirror of the sky...
Elm wings fall lightly
pepper the brick patio...
I'm on a midnight run
Across the Milky Way...
I once was a tree
now screwed up, frustrated trash...
The clouds hang on the strings.
I cannot dry my eyes...