Nature

I always find
the opera
of these two legged wood stars
whom use their voices
...

Tomorrow time is sitting still
for the old magpie
whose call is but an echo.

I feel...

I cant think of a better way,
To smolder this constant flame.
Of life's chaos and...

My heart shall not harden!
It turns off the moon,
and denies the moth from navigating the...

Just the other day
I was sitting on the bus
the bus that gets me to where i need to be...

there is always
something good in everything
it can be the soil
the seed, the sun, the...

We once scoped blue skies in wonder
To question all our lives unveiled:
We flew, we danced,...

His eyes, like shadows, scan the land,
tracking the heartbeat of hare and sand,
a whispered...

A wanderer I,
in solitude,
with steps both firm and sure,

A cloud upon the horizon,...

Whispered I, with curious ear,
Of a swallow, with winter near,
"Will you stay, or disappear...

In the quiet hours of the morning,

A gentle rain began to whisper

Secrets to the Earth....

In the quiet hush of this day's dawn,
I rock—
gently,
back and forth,
a...

In the tender blush of dawn,
Butterflies awaken,
unfurling their wings.
To the caress...

I wasted so much of spring
thinking about
starting work on the garden,
before I knew...

bird of paradise
sprouting up, under springs light
bursting in colour.

Light so bright
piercing through the leaves
on the rows of peacefully sleeping olive tree’s...