The Ruins
Walk among the ruins...
How green the shoots that all conspire
To bring the winter down...
Look, spring is spouting
the hives of chrysalis with...
The planets and stars
along with the sun and moon...
Outside my window
a naked fig tree shivers...
Morning hush
greets sun's first gentle blush...
Winter
cold and frosty mornings...
Draw your bow and arrow
As the way is narrow...
There's a real beauty in the sky
And it's not the Mighty Sun...
A mighty tree how she stands so tall and proud
her limbs stretch out almost caressing the clouds...
On a little tree
a lonely leaf is clinging...
The stars look down upon me
Making me feel so small...