Bright,

Delicate,

Genuine, ...

Just a simple smile,

Transforms grey,

To gold.

Look around.

Life blooms,

In unexpected places. ...

Lonely,

On a sunny spring day.

Helpless, ...

Man:

“Bloom little flower.

Don’t be shy. ...

These days,

I too feel rusty.

Eyes bulging. ...

Submerged.

Trying to hide.

Hoping for it all, ...

It may appear dark.

The future,

Bleak. ...

Turbulent days,

When everything feels unclear.

Intuitions hard to see. ...

The sun’s warm.

Soon you’ll melt,

Drip down, ...

Blue days,

When nothing seems right.

Things just feel flat. ...

Light,

Living with darkness.

Peacefully. ...

How nice,

That you cover me,

With color. ...

Some days,

Turning the other cheek,

And walking away, ...

Everyone,

And everything,

Carries their weight, ...

Handmade,

With love.

But I wonder, ...

Some days feel barren.

As if harvested.

Nothing left to give. ...

Bee:

“Nothing like filling up,

On fresh pollen and nectar, ...

Crowds,

Dispersed.

Streets, ...

Volcanic colors,

Hovering over,

Melting snowy mountains. ...