You lose a job
the lover you tied your life with drifts elsewhere
the place you grew root seems not home anymore
the days are vacuous and nights a crawler
your head echoes with the deafening groan

I deserve no love, even from me.

Surely it’s the worst portrait you drew of yourself
and an erroneous one.

The job was filling your purse but emptying your purpose
the lover was no fairy but a fair weather friend
the home was only a harbor you anchored before sail.

There’s a world at your doorstep begging your attention
withering without your love.

Pick up and hold them to your breast
see how quickly unburdens your chest
your spirits soar.

From thence you would never cease
to love yourself from the core!

It's a beautiful day
Not a cloud in sight
Birds singing
Trees swinging
Baby ain't crying
Everything is at ease
Finally resting in peace
Living life misery free

It's a beautiful day
Beautiful day indeed

I can count to three
And be in the place I want to be
Under the sun beneath a nice shady tree
Wind blowing upon thee
Her hair waving as she lays upon me

It's a beautiful day
Beautiful day indeed

Leaves changing a nice yellowish green
Bees buzzing in the flowers around me
The smell of sweet honey nectar in the air that surrounds me
Silence as dawn awakes in the skies above me

It's a beautiful day
Beautiful day indeed

dancer of the clouds,
ink of dream,
as if the sky, hushed
and utterly forlorn,
turned a pirouette.

Dear forest leaves ,                                             Do you tell your trees
your "I love you's" before
you drop from the branch ?
Do you tell them "I'll miss
you" before you fall silently
to the ground. Do you ever
look back before touching
gentle earth's damp soil.
Do you make love to the tree
before you wonder off wild
and free dancing on the forest
floor as the winds move you
from the right to the left ?
Do you forest leaves ? If yes ,
then tell me your story
passionately* ~