Wheels with feet,

Do happen to exist.

They are the reminders, …

Outdated and discarded rules,

Still serve a purpose.

They are reminders, …

It is the house,

Among autumn leaves,

Where one day, …

There was a time,

I sought to live,

Among the many, …

Danger signs,

Are everywhere.

Even on narrow lanes, …

Wrinkled,

Happy,

Side by side. …

How branches,

Can perpendicularly grow,

Is hard to understand. …

All wound up,

With nowhere to go,

On a bright sunny day, …

Like flowers,

People bloom,

At different times. …

To peacefully dwell,

Within one’s nature,

Is a priceless gift, …

So many roads,

To choose from today.

But not one, …

Cold stones,

Fallen leaves,

Solitary streets. …

Love,

Has many forms.

Even with springs, …

Some days,

It’s hard to see,

Where the road leads. …

It bothers me not,

In the depths,

To be submerged. …

Guardian angels,

Come in many forms,

Like a water tap, …

It surprises me,

How with humility,

Honesty and perspective, …

Closed,

Unkempt,

In disrepair. …

Some days,

Walking by quiet,

Remote lumber yards, …

I love you,

Honey bee.

“Which one of us, …