The cut-throat looms as ominously as the word
yet it responds to great sensitivity
the artist cleaves the growth from his face
with no fear of spilling one drop.
A walk in the woods, to refresh.
The trees are invisibly breathing in all the harmful elements and breathing out the goodness. Though I cannot see, I can feel the vitality they are giving me.
Thank you trees, you are much appreciated
Important chapters are closing, the next one looks bleak,
Though we are writing too, so please write beautifully.
Rest in music’s tranquil hammock,
Escape the now and the present,
Reside in gently swinging melody
One more log on the fire
one more bundle of twigs
idly the flames lick my feet
what a lovely view