Let's hope that everything gets fine,
And have faith in that divine.
Everything happens for a reason,
Maybe, it's not our desired season.
But we shouldn't be stressed and worried,
After all, it wouldn't lead to the untoward and problems get buried.

Let's hope for the best,
And wish that nothing remains so messed.
We know that some things are not in our hands,
All we can do is just withstand.
But don't lose hope,
And always have the ability to cope.
Let's hope that everything gets fine,
And have faith in that divine 🙏.

You hold many things in you.
Your eye wanders with deliberation
and your soul is a rhythm
that is wanting
safe harbor.

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These energies are diabolical.
They seek to drain.

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I'll plant
these flowers
for you.

Butterflies dance, birds chirp
They can't help but glee!
Leaves smile, cones perk
Why shouldn't they?
Their long gone friend has returned!

The fountains become fresher
The leaves turn more green
The daisies twist with pleasure!
Why shouldn't they?
Their long gone friend has returned!

The days tend to be merry
The air is filled with
laughter of fairies
Why shouldn't it?
Their long gone friend has returned!

They paint the rainbow on the sky
They paste the cotton on clouds
The grass is green-dyed
Why shouldn't it?
Their long gone friend has returned!

The buttercups seems to bloom
The sunflowers seek their friend
The bliss, blissfully looms
Why shouldn't they?
Their long gone friend has returned

The swans become whiter
They dress like a bride
The quails are ready to coo
Why shouldn't they?
Their long gone friend has returned!

They delicately embellish the route
Their friend shall walk on
Spring is ready to be lauded
Why shouldn't it?
Its their long gone friend,
Which returned!

Wedged somewhere between the aughts
In the early morning hours
What is it you hear?
Scatting of a bird
Or the ticking of the clock
Down the hall

The sun filters in, golden
Through wooden slats
Bitter coffee waits to be made
Sweet with cream and
Drops of maple

Home is slow and silent now
In this residual world
Where you rise and work
Busy yourself with tasks
Waiting to pick up where
Life left off

Spring is still here,
Blooming and cool
Soothing to the nervous spirit
You can still step outdoors,
Breathe in jasmine and fresh air
Humming, meditating, on newness

For now you follow a different routine
Connect, find comfort in what is
Around with new appreciation
Embrace a slow morning
And an easy evening
Sunshine and small escapes

Even in the dark;
the sun hidden beneath clouds
smog thick and heavy dousing the streets with gloom

still there’s singing;
in balconies couples dance
the laughter of children playing in the yard despite the weather-

How wonderful humankind can be
when we stand together against the odds.

My life's work is the wiggling leap
Of a soft little kitten, who lands in a heap.

My life's work is the hyper, swift lick
Of a rambunctious puppy who moves lightning quick.

My life's work is the smile of a friend,
Who I know will be with me till the bitter end.

My life's work is a high GPA;
Perseverance is how I got here today.

My life's work are these words that I write,
And the heartfelt confession, "you saved my life".

My life's work is nowhere near done.
I fell down, I got up, now I'm ready to run.