I’m like a flower grown from a seed
Waiting to bloom and brightly shine...

Time never stops
not when it storms...

Don’t make me, as I already am
Teasing distantly with set of knives...

Out in the open of a quiet day
Under the hot and steaming beam of sun...

Dearest blue fledgling of a worn old tree
Shaking with wondering eyes...

Square, spotty and full
Simple, scarred and a little rough...

There’s nothing fair in politics
as well as in love and war...

I can smile away
And be on the gray...

I stared above on the vast dominant blue
Designed beautifully with clouds of white...

I have more to do and much to say
My mind couldn’t stop it anyway...