Death’s hello, blood red in the green meadow
On my blue shelf I have a collection, yes, of books that I’ve placed to perfection.
Bulbous eyes above, massive bodies underneath the blue-green water.
Pink bricks, short stairway, quiet corner
Tourist, your mind is overrun with plans. Put your camera away and experience this moment.
Refreshing breezes all around me. Trees sway over small, sun-soaked lakes.
A single day a year for my life to be celebrated.
On the opposite shore, orange fire bright.
Better are days when you stand by my side. Brighter is the sun that touches your face.
Beware the setting sun. As golden light fades away the time of danger has begun.
The sky is gray