The sun hitting the face among the branches
Reflected from the crystal
it's like a rainbow
As you proceed without coming back
deep into the greenery
The birds are going away
among the pine cones
ornaments of our nest
We find ourselves in the scent of pine
Smiles mixed with soil
With ants walking over us
Right after ten trees
There is an endless road for us
One last deep breath
One last look to the world
Among the mountain flowers

An anonymous man among the anonymous
As you glide through the melody of your heart on the crowded streets
A cloud collapses into your eyes on the trail of a storm
Movie frames falling from your life
Swept across the wind
Your mother's last smile
Kiss of your first love
In the dusty pages of your mind dried cherry flowers
Now they are all in lost lands

Deft hands cut precise whirrs the ceiling fan
closed eyes bar view the scene can't scan
before they reach the ground take windy spin
falling in scattered piles gathered for coffin.

Shreds of gray and black dot the white shroud
little to write about nothing to be proud
don't reduce anymore that's about fine
add not to the growing woes says hairline.

Cool the clime crawls the clock at its own pace
halts the head to think about the changing face
would it look better or yield a worse clown
ridiculed by one and all folks of the town.

Nothing can be done enough damage is done
fiercely to blow the heat waits fiery sun
over sir says barber open my eyes
the one in the mirror doesn't look any wise.