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...
Walking outside, inhaling the beauty, breathtaking
first fallen snow captivates my soul...
The sun climbs again
as gray clouds now blush tempted...
often, days go by
like food on the bird’s feeder...
Your face becomes
an eye, a saga of...
Tears welled behind my
scuba glass: a seahorse...
Uncultivated, wild they bare their all,
By natures careful hand brought forth with love...
Boy, the fresh breeze sways the old leaves
too carefully almost as if...
When I shall die, in spring I will return
in budding maze of rainbow flowered plush...