Monday morning,

And back to work.

It may appear calm, ...

A day,

For memories to rewind.

Another year passing by. ...

Finding one’s way,

Is often hard.

Mountains, valleys, ...

In years past,

There were occasions,

I judged others, ...

Today,

The world felt unclear.

So I looked around, ...

Sometimes,

The sun descends,

Behind dark clouds. ...

The sun hides away,

As clouds ponder,

Whether to rain, ...

Brighter patches,

Appeal.

But darker ones, ...

Even in the darkest nights,

There are friendly,

Welcoming harbors, ...

A colorful mixture,

With subtle flavors,

To calm restless days. ...

There is often light,

At the end of every path.

One need only believe, ...

Rusted,

Parts broken,

Yet unabashed, unafraid, ...

It seems a different life,

When we played,

With paper airplanes, ...

Relaxed summer days,

When doing nothing,

Feels best. ...

A man is honored,

By a statue in a park.

A naked woman, ...

Their faces,

Aren’t like ours.

No lips or eyes. ...

A beautiful day…

Calm waters,

Not a soul around, ...

Organized, clean,

But hard to see.

This sunny morning, ...

Some trees aren’t afraid,

To show what’s within.

They wear their hearts, ...

Today,

I feel dark.

In a sunny world, ...