The limited world I’m seeing
is of my own invention
the mechanics of my way of being
and the lens for all intention

My essence is wild and pure
My heart is free and clear
Stormy weather and dark clouds obscure
The true nature, that’s always near

Whether Spring, Winter, Summer or Autumn
Seasons shouldn’t define my poetic refrain
I should remain unfettered by my microcosm
And take a good look at my world again…