scribbled thought under the santol tree.

red, brown and yellow
holding on, clinging strong
suddenly Fall

leaves from a tree
liberately falling


flowers bloom, dew drying
vagabond birds flying, worms escaping
morning has come, dim dawn lighted
a new day to live by.
.
.

a pretty rose visited by bees- fastidous
buzzling 'til satisfied
like a gentleman waiting
for a lady to utter " YES''
to his offered LOVE


life is simple, nostalgic
oblivious to come what may
like leaves we FALL
in the morning we rise like the sun
and we never forget to love-
the reason why we L I V E !