A cascade of emotions Descended upon me Since dawn cleared Until night came to me. I recalled the warm atmosphere

'Twas the start of their day’s wor… A fresh encounter with dreams Nurtured by their teachers’ care Beyond parents’ love, more than fa… “Please, show me your nice drawing…

At 7 am The moon still was there Smiling at you—timid rising sun— On the morning’s sky blue. A greeting

The sun couldn’t show up Illuminating the land With its glimmering beams. The sky, only greeted by clouds, Has brought about the same hope

The poet’s voice echoes Plenty of voices Living in different times Resonating in lines Flowing under life stories

A poem is something We truly believe in. It may be... A struggle for the mind For the heart a comfort

Birds fluttering their wings aroun… Quickly descend onto this ground To comfort an exhausted silent Be… That’s deprived of that blossoming… The little birds encircle the Bee

At dawn, when we suddenly awake, We feel the innocence of Blake. As the day unfolds, on struggling… There comes reflection, like roads… Upon reading stories of woe

It all comes from the heart And the enlightening of the mind Composing lines of art Under mysteries of the kind... It may be a relief from grief

Lines stemming from a song— Heard again and again for long— Are bridging a mysterious gap In quietness, step by step Between a smiling face

That morning’s trip Was such a jolly grip That’s taken the swallow In full glee To stop near the firm Tree.

During the day and at night I keep treasuring the Light Which floods my soul Encouraging me above all To face hard moments

There is no wind blowing The tree stands green, serene. It enjoys the bird’s singing And wonders: “What does it mean?” Blessed by this soft rain