A solitary house,

Nestled in rolling hills,

Where no one nearby lives. …

Closed doors,

That are overgrown,

Attract me the most. …

Preparations for winter,

And tasty meals.

Still it’s cooking together, …

To pamper and showcase,

Or use and enjoy.

There is no single truth. …

Wooden steps,

A single door,

Windowless, …

I pray,

To find the road,

And the courage, …

When lost in a haze,

Take one step,

Stop, …

Side by side,

Is where I want to be.

Regardless of colors, …

Undifferentiated,

In this world.

The same as everyone, …

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. …