In yonder meadow flowers bloom
cascading hues and sweet perfume...
To the assertion that the cosmos by design
was made divine...
Maybe animals feel more deeply than we do
high emotional IQ...
Within a brisk moment
her eyes fluttered...
...
Build walls around you,
and fight so lousy people don't get through...
Upon silken grass
blades reaching high as the sun...
Moonbeams shadow tears I shed
concealing emotions, during a time...
In raw blackness
you want to find fireflies...
As a child I would always wonder,
what it would be like to talk to the trees...
A vigil for scrolls:
who writes the history now...
Be with me
in this zone of pain...