Hope wastes away,
In between minutes,
Seconds away from bad decisions.

Love gives way,
To new things;
But the old,
Has a certain hold.

How the wind chases after the frolic
Of youth, given into dying leaves.

The forest air is changing colors quickly,
I barely saw the bees buzzing in heat,
Now the trees are growing barren; empty.

Found grave beauty in the naked forest.

But fairies do not dance the same without,
The timbrels of spring twirling through the air.

I found flowers growing in concrete cracks
Stuffed between the streets.

On my way to the bank I found things growing in the city.

I grabbed them,
Placed them in my hand,
Tried to deposit them,
But the teller told me I was crazy.

So I went home with pockets filled with concrete seeds–
Eyes open wide,
Cause there's something growing in my city.

The wind flows by me,
Water drums by the river,
Yet, I swim with you.

We are one and two,
Nature's beat between lovers,
Heart eyes in our lungs.

Must you breathe in me,
Like a seed finding its tree,
The wind flows by me.