On these hollow black nights
When the moon hides and the night flowers bloom...
As if living life—
Roaming, violent, never still...
If you could ask a tree a question, what might it...
O the great stories it might tell...
In war of attrition
with moon...
Dry lonely sidewalks,
winter's lullaby at work...
Water runs, fire burns.
that is the natural order of life...
Pink cherry blossoms
Solitude...
A light urgent push, the long awaited time,
Her brother's orange and red, dance and wave...
What Did i hear you say about him ?
he is great and mighty...
Our ears hear that of restless trees,
The wind blowing gently on the flowers...
Majestic Flight
Every day from my window, at work I see...
Oh blue immense ocean
witness of abundance...