Life is a beautiful illusion

A place of confusion

Reaching its shores

I found my self

Full of confusion

No meaning only overreached

Producing bountiful amount

Few goes into bloom

Even fewer become fruits

And almost no one

Of all manifolds

Becomes a tree


Love those

Silent verses

That recover and heal the vounded soul


The leafs of the plants are small

But if they survive the cold

They will grow and turn to

Dark green leafs

Endurance of spring