slow down the pace
make time for the flowers and the trees
wander around, through the meadow
where we can find water and the honey bees
on happiness
the cherry trees in full leaf
overlooking a hundred valleys
delicately and with poise
flower petals dancing in the air
seemingly so, without a care
in moments like these
I can live my life, momentarily
with appreciation and in peace
Coming of a Kingdom
ethereal beams of light
the ribbit echoes
the flora scent permeates
hidden in the mind
golden almond shaped eyes
the whim of life, alive
Ghosts in the Trees
she ponders
a reality which might not exist
so firmly, that a new world
arises from its mist