Life is like a tree
It has many branches
Over time it grows
There are new avenues and nuances
The roots reach deeper into the soil
Seeking out precious nutrients and water
New leaves appear in the spring
Turning colors in the fall
Eventually falling to the ground
As winter approaches trees sit bare
As if almost asleep
Waiting again for a new season to start anew
Reborn

It’s pattacake pattacake bakers’ man
Ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes
Its parties and fun till we all fall down
Kisses and cakes and merry go rounds
Then they call time and bring on the clowns

Feels so cold, people scold, can’t compete
When all of the others are pretty and sweet
Nothing to do walking home in the rain
Hold your head high; you’re out of the game
Pretend you don’t care, bandage the pain

People are starting to stop and to stare
Is it my style, the clothes that I wear?
Some seem to like me, I don’t understand
Why should they bother, something has gone wrong
Why choose duckling when you can have swan?

I’m strengthening, growing, emerging in light
My wings are strong now, the future is bright
Goodbye to hurting to tears and to hate
Too late for reflection, the mirror is cracked
It’s time to move on, and never look back

Where are you
Dreamers under the sun
Miss you, love you every one
Artists painting endless panoplies
Scribblers scribbling in their beds
From the depths of imagination
Stories awakening in their heads
Poets’ pens poised to flow
Rhymers growing wings to creation
Eager to take flight, ready to go
The rivers of time move on
Until words and pictures are inked
Every one of these
Redeemers, fantasy givers
All beauty becomes linked
Poems and stories are gifts
Here to relieve the monotony
Of the considered norm, lifts
Pathways to the soul, endless rivers
To keep us sane, make us whole
Where are you
Dreamers under the sun
Miss you........
Love you every one

wouldnt it be nice in a world without a war
no more people dying no fighting any more
just  a world of love where we could live as one
living all in harmony all fighting would be gone

just a land of peace with a life thats free
in a world of love way that it should be
where we could live as one in each and every place
all across the universe in each and every place

It’s late April
spring is in full swing
bursting with life
the tree lifts its arms,
waves across the field,
its leaves full of light
flutter in perfect rhythm
with the wind.

The train is leaving the station
the years gathering toward my finish line.
Each season a child frantically
waving at his grandpa
as if to whimper
this might be the last time.