A small piece of wood,

Thinking it was too old,

One sunny spring day, ...

Today, as alone I sat,

Gazing at flowers nearby,

I began to smile, ...

Today’s problem,

Feels big and strong,

Even though I know it, ...

On some spring days,

Nature adorns flowers,

With teardrops, ...

Today I can appreciate,

That life is a circle,

To be traversed calmly, ...

Most people,

Aren’t who they seem.

Like tiny pineapples, ...

I used to focus,

On what caught my eye.

Sparkly, enticing, bright, ...

Getting old,

Is a fact of life,

I don’t mind. ...

Enclosed,

In one’s own shell,

Or bared, ...

Physicians heal,

Traders deal,

Thieves steal, ...

Someday far from now,

When my time arrives,

Silently and with grace, ...

Some things in life,

Are hard to grasp.

When they arise, ..

Wandering around town,

I saw a colorful blossom,

Laying on the ground. ...

As a young adult,

I occasionally smoked a pipe.

Craving attention, ...

In younger days,

I often saw woodchips,

Generously strewn about, ...

Unlike popular belief,

Bears do exist,

Close to where we live. ...

When problems,

Appear blurry and confusing, ...

It is quite annoying, ...

Strolling about town,

A small blooming branch,

Carried me back, ...

Every day I look inside,

In search of creativity,

To discover parts of me, ...

Majestic trees,

Especially in the spring,

Transport me back, ...