Burying her… alive? But she’s a seed. Bound to sprout. And grow – on you too.

The flowers still stand tall and strongAfter the ghastly stormNot longThey cry, before the bees do swarmAll day they hum the songConform And remain a unified teamWork together they sayAnd beamEnjoy our colourful display Retain us in your dreamsAlways

Leaves keep accumulating under trees. Naked branchesgreet me unabashedon my way home. Their canopy touches the skywith delicate extensions, whispering –“being bare indicates strength.” I expose myselfand riselike a naked branch.

Upside down, hanging aroundGives you a top view of the groundAbove the gloominess there is lightBelow the day there is nightWhere dreams are unwound Birds sing awakening soundsDawn is brilliantly profoundWhen darkness turns white with frightHere comes the sun again Beyond our fight, a new age is foundMother nature again reboundsDespite humanities greedy appetiteTo control ...

In every second there is a moment In every moment there is a heartbeat Within every heartbeat, the next moment lives  Lava comes and goes As our world Continues to flow There is a soft edgeTo every hard stone All the world is greenAlong my soul’s causeway The tree’s rustling voicesAre nature’s welcoming roar

I am lying on the damp path A stranger stops and leans over me  “Are you ok mate?” he asks “I’m fine thank you” “I’m down here having a chat with Mr. Caterpillar”“Oh!” gives me a quizzical look and moves on  Then Mr. Caterpillar said “Thanks for joining me here at dirt level” I reply.  “The moist grass feels silky against my ...

The stolen world of silenceLingers above the cloudy skiesAnd lays below the oceans murky wavesBeyond the reach of humanities deadly violence While the wonder of life dwells in dreamsTo wander on the edges of nature’s endless seamsOf distant horizons and rainbow beams

*Trigger warnings* Depression, Divorce, Death/loss, grief Suicide, Mental illness, violent content Reader discretion is advised *** The rest of the trip to the hospital was a complete blur to Micki. The stay in the intensive care unit, however, may as well have been a mere intense dream that Micki wished she would just wake up ...

Look at the traffic, crowding the gate, various cars, some early, some late into the factory lot. These are the rumors, whispers and fears, swirling on wind, reaching the ears, of men in the factory lot. This is the sun, glaring and bright, pointing to spots, no cars in sight, of the vacant factory lot. ...