The petals,

Are now drying.

Lifeless, …

You’ll find me there.

In the vast open,

With no one near. …

Under a shady tree,

He closed his eyes.

“Perhaps I can.” …

Standing on a bridge,

They watched the river below.

But I was absorbed, …

Large words,

Carved on the grass.

But my eyes, …

The pebble,

Standing on the line,

Cannot decide. …

Perhaps life’s road,

Is straight,

Clear and narrow. …

And in the green,

Fall asleep.

Perhaps tomorrow, …

It’s hard to understand,

As the years pass,

How eyes begin to see, …

It is the simple touches,

In a world unseen,

That I taste, …

I am simplicity,

In unlikely places,

Coloring the world green. …

Close up,

I may seem scary.

But I’m harmless. …

Pictures,

Often create feelings,

That tend to mislead. …

The colors and taste,

Equally appeal.

Like my every day, …

Growing up we played,

In the neighborhood streets.

Times have changed. …

Sometimes for days,

It doesn’t rain.

The grass turns yellow, …

Some doors I walk by.

They don’t speak to me,

And I don’t know why. …

Cobblestone paths,

Last many lifetimes.

Like olden stories, …

Their ashes were planted,

Beneath a young olive tree.

I wonder if they feel him, …

Swimming,

On a hot summer day.

Thoughts flow, …