Down into the valley,

Past the forests,

Far away. ...

You’re old,

Scratched,

Shedding skin. ...

Beautiful souls

Are all around.

Often disguised. ...

Out of darkness,

Life grows.

Suffering souls. ...

Wasn’t long ago,

When horizons,

Were hidden from view. ...

You’re tough and old.

Why are you in a hole?

“I may be made of iron, ...

Beginning of the week,

But I feel tired.

Let’s sleep for a while. ...

There are times,

When even flowers,

Feel imprisoned, and ...

Red,

White,

Tattooed, ...

Clear day.

Yet fog,

Is slowly rolling in. ...

What are you?

Rusted,

Hanging on, ...

Time to cuddle close,

Prepare to drop,

Melt into winter’s ground. ...

A crown of leaves.

Without arms.

Big noses. ...

Frosty days

Are here again.

Frozen windows. ...

With age,

Even wood,

Gets wrinkled, ...

They’ll soon fall.

Melting into the ground.

Or flying away ...

Some days,

Are different.

Things appearing ...

Today,

Let’s fly away with them.

Head south. ...

Not sure

What it means.

It’s written nicely. ...

Never thought

Seeing the same sunrise

Day after day ...