Monthly Archives: August 2019

Flowers not know name of Blooming on a roadside tree Stopped walking awhile

Ringing or not yet? Bell crickets have silver bells Be quiet to hear

Quietly sitting To hear what today’s news is Birds sometimes bother

Such tiny white flowers Proudly blooming like giants Attract that much love

Eighty-one years passed Now the age of that number Don’t fight nature’s law

Toddling like a child Trying to walk like a man Flowers laughing at me

A hint of autumn Cool bubbles hit my skin while hot Wait for bell crickets

May my books be sold That I could publish more books For the flowers and peace

Swaying like crazy Trees must be enjoying the winds Some of them here please

What’s behind the veil? Imagine something beautiful Just because it’s hidden