Your bare back
framed by the window...

All the roses in my garden
are slowly wilting before me...

The river flows,
flows like a tear...

Let’s fly out this door
Into the bright air...

Ripe apples falling
Upon auburn crunchy leaves...

Ripe apples falling
Upon auburn crunchy leaves...

An old rocking chair
Creaking on the sunlit porch...

Bored of earth limits
The boat took off from water...

Rain drops from above
Gently quench a dry meadow...

Let’s fly out this door
Into the bright air...