There’s an old clock,

Next to a farm hut,

In my countryside. ...

Even leaves,

Find partners in life…

Yellow edges intertwine, ...

We planted the tree

On a cold winter day

Many seasons ago. ...

There was a time

When form dictated my life.

Straight lines, neatness, order, ...

The lens focused on her:

Colorful,

Open,

Believe,

And they will too.

Just a little hope, ...

Soon I’ll land,

Drive home,

Park, ...

Looking from above,

I imagine the seasons change.

Nature’s white blanket spreads, ...

The sun feels warm,

Even in the fall.

A few strangers linger around...

An orange sunrise,

Rare for late October,

With dense clouds, ...

Empty hallways,

Lightened images,

Space to breathe. ...

Sometimes I feel bright,

Light,

Even right! ...

Buildings,

A bridge,

Castle in the hills, ...

Searching in the dark

When it’s starring me in the face,

Because I do not like, ...

What if I was the sheep, could speak sheep, and was trying to win over that special one in the flock that felt right for me? Maybe I would say…

Would you open your leaves

One at a time,

So I can look into your eyes? ...

Running around,

Playing catch,

Rolling downhill, ...

Surprisingly,

Bumpers cars still exist.

And today’s children...

A calm lake,

Blue skies,

Distant, clear horizons...

My friend,

He has a heart of gold.

If he could, ...