An Ode to England. Oh kingdom so fair, the trees stand under all weathers, under all skies, on the ground there were still lies. A whole vista of them under black key skies of sombre notes, in sadness a residue of true life and how it should have been lived. With an open heart and joyful honesty, but that was not to be our hearts. We are now cold and the moulds of dishonesty were setting as stone, as the laughter of our once youthful ways folds into an all consuming fall into primordial state.
A Leaf Did Fall.
The largest dead leaf I ever did see, fell from the roof upon high. Adjusting as it fell, I noticed a little new world emerging. A rebirth of sorts on the way a microcosmic happening only seen by me, so from death would come new hope upon another year.