It is the simplest moments,

That welcome pure smiles,

To otherwise ordinary days, ...

Water and land.

Opposites,

Yet together, ...

Even though,

At the time,

It hardly seem so, ...

In the serenity of nature,

I daily pray.

Giving thanks for my journey, ...

Standing alone,

Walking one’s path,

Without heeding, ...

It’s not often,

When we feel at one,

With everything around. ...

Multi-colored,

Assorted textures,

Embedded with stories, ...

When something,

Is hard to understand,

Unabashedly I ask. ...

It is those moments,

When empty and dry,

As one strives on, ...

The longer I’ve lived,

The more I believe,

That things really aren’t, ...

One day,

When I’m old,

I’ll find a place, ...

Perhaps one day,

We’ll let others see,

What resides inside, ...

Stand straight,

And tall my son.

Even when you feel, ...

It is exasperating,

When I cannot perceive,

The obvious, ...

Perhaps these days,

I mostly like the old,

Because it is what, ...

Clear,

Perspective matters.

Especially, ...

A fresh sunrise,

Or a lazy sunset.

From a picture, ...

Blemishes,

Inborn marks,

Age-old darkness, ...

Staring outside,

As sunny fields,

Fly by. ...

To judge,

Or to feel.

Sometimes, ...