...
As a person

I  go around, walking under the clouds or below
the clear blue sky. If money is gold, then
the sky is my soul, never to be bought, never to to be sold.

The wind in fall, the wind in spring
The breeze in summer, the breeze in winter
I see the rain maneuver around my red
umbrella. The rim breaks, the springs bend.
Rivers and lakes dry. Rivers and lakes flood. But they also
shrink, but they expand as they freeze. But life is
beautiful, it is continuous in all four seasons.
Death is non existent. It is never here nor there.
Never present, it only shows itself when it leaves....