I picked up the fallen Leaves that dried up Looking at the branches As sunlight pierced through I knew then, Fallen things are even more Beautiful because they make way For newer things Tight was my grip, yet They slipped right Through my fingers You were right, father Stronger your hold, Weaker your grip All…

I hear the birds sing From the flora that surround Me, On this grass, I lay Seeing the clouds overpower The sun A gentle breeze caresses my scars Mystifying This already perturbed soul I see bugs🐛 Crawling around How can time go this slow? Then falls a dew Sliding over from leaves, Then I realize…