Here I am, waiting for you,
patiently, just so I can talk.
I hope I can trust you too.

Waiting under the sky’s red hue,
Here I am on top of this rock.
Here I am, waiting for you.

Because of the cold, I can see the dew
Forming on top of a flower near a tiny shamrock.
I hope I can trust you too.

I hope that you are not coming to bid adieu
as I sit here and check this clock.
Here I am, waiting for you.

The amount that I talk to you is unfortunately few,
but my secrets I wish for you to unlock.
I hope I can trust you too.

I see you coming all dressed in blue,
prepared to talk and never to mock.
Here I am, waiting for you.
I hope I can trust you too.

The end of the day
Where people sometimes relax
Or hang out with friends

Thoughtful, quiet, clear
Provokes insight to oneself
Comforting to sense

As you grow older,
Remember the memories you've made.
Remember the people you've met,
    and those who became your closest friends.
Remember who you are,
    and the values you hold.

You will be challenged.
You will be tempted.
But remember that you are
    never truly alone

Your family will always be there.
For support.
For love.

Despite the differences you and I have had
I will always be there for you,
My little sister.

Winds blow across grass.
A beagle on the top step.
Brightly shining sun.

The cold brisk wind blows.
Creating soft tender tones
on the hanging chimes.

It's just noise.
The sound of a car driving by.
The sound of chirping birds in the air.
The sound of the wind through the trees.
The sound of the river flowing in the backyard.

It's just noise if you hear it,
The things that are around you,
Unless you listen.

Listen to the car.
What does it sound like?
Where is it going?

Listen to the birds.
Where are they?
What are they doing?

Listen to the wind.
What sounds does it carry?
Is a storm coming?

Listen to the river.
How fast does it flow?
How low is it running?

Everything is just noise,
Unless you listen.

The sun disappears
Setting beyond the dark clouds
Beauty in the red

The moon shines on us
With an ever-changing shape
Water reflects it

Stars shine in the sky
Giving thought for the beyond
Twinkling blissfully

Frogs begin croaking
With the chirping crickets too
In sweet harmony

All else is silent
Resting for the next sunrise
To begin anew

Memories are a blessing
    and a curse.

Sitting around in thought of the past
Reminiscing about your life

Memories can be good.
    Remember what and who you love.
    Remember your friends.
    Remember your family.

Memories can also be terrible.
    Remember the pain you’ve been through.
    Remember the deaths.
    Remember what was lost in time.

Memories…

Some things you want to hold on to
    and never forget.
Some things you wish to forget
    and never do.
Some things you forget
    because some things aren’t meant to be remembered.

A hidden spirit,
It is concealed deep within
Quite invisible

A fleeting moment
Or a longer memory
Choose a perception

Peaceful, wet, and fresh
Renews the world with thought for
Unexpected change

Noise, peace, expression
Music is all but nothing,
Filling empty voids