Maple Tree,
Dense and prismatic,
Tilting towards the ground,
Large figure craving a hug in the darkness,
Dancing alone,
Swaying in the wind,
A colorful rainbow of leaves...

Growing Up

There were soft moments,
There were whispers from far, far away,
Slowly, slowly everything had changed...
I couldn't believe what had just happened...
I had grown.

Grains of Sand

Just when I thought they were for keep,

Through my hands they start to seep,

Like life itself with secrets unknown,

Are something, but else is shown,