call of the hoopoe
singing away
through diverse weather
he shall stay
in the spring
she will have eggs to lay
in my garden blissfully
together peacefully
call of the hoopoe
singing away
through diverse weather
he shall stay
in the spring
she will have eggs to lay
in my garden blissfully
together peacefully
Over the avenue of discord
I have seen the fall of mankind
And the unproductiveness
Of life’s degeneration
And upon realizing this
A descision has been made
To safeguard against further damage
Carrying forward a decree
That will see a return to order
Within chaos their is change
And were their is change
Fortune occurs making this a chance encounter
To reestablish the beginning of said decision
there is a place
that remains grounded
to be reached
when it is found
in a distant land
remote island of time
were people celebrate life
as death is not the end
Life is made up of change,
accepting what was
and what is.
Confronting what is to come.
Green is the grass
that grows in my garden
black and brown are the birds
dotted around the place
they land feeding on worms
sometimes a splash of colour
when one sees something different
out of the corner of the eye
a branch of hope
beacon of the skies
standing on the shore
I see a statue
of a man I once new
as the tide rises
the sun sets
he disappears
to return once again
we are shaped, by what surrounds us.
we find reason in who supports us.
going through the wilderness
your only companion
is yourself
spring is in the air
rain falls, then stops falling here.
toads mating outside
spring is in the air
now the bees have woken up
to the plum blossom