Peacefully fins glide in innocence,
As rain falls down upon the surface...

Delicate eyes
of cornflower blue...

Walking on broken glass,
Isn't it the same as love...

Life is like a chain link fence,
For everything that happens is connected...

They call them weeping willows,
For the willows know the seasons...

Stray souls wander
Into the open void...

Reunited with the planet of light,
Blazing with the glorification of life...

Pitter-patter in the forest,
Nature works, a humble florist...

Plunging into serene aquatic clouds,
Silence; Echoing watery essence...

I sit here
I think here...

Lovers tongues a fleshed bridge,
Martyrs to a righteous cause...

Carelessly strolling,
Mind a wander in this wonderland...