Sitting on the riverbank
with the company of the fallen leaves...
Under her blanket
discovery awaits of...
The kill
Upon the green meadow a shadow is cast...
Ode To Spring (collab RTVW)
Grass turning shades of green...
Beautiful little butterfly
With your fragile wings...
Trickles of water
Effortlessly down the stream...
April's resplendent
With showers of pain...
Cascading falls, nature's splendor,
Waves crashing, rocks surrender...
When the last eagle soars over the last crying...
And the last brave lion roars and last worn...
Flaming trees of golds and reds
Align the skies once more...
Sitting on the front porch
Is truly where I love to be...
Between knife and pill
I will draw a blood line...