A Nursery Rhyme

FIVE SIX  РPick up sticks

The world’s hardened you with cheap tricks

A Love Song

A simple board now transformed

Muscles flex securing the hold

Strongly fastened to a tree

Serenity

A ballet of silhouettes endlessly dance above

Dreams are beckoned and set free

Blurred

Music plays but I do not hear

Rhythms of the road softly lull

Talk fades into the distance

Dipped in Gold

We all need something to reboot our minds and souls, mine happens to be water surrounded by nothing but nature and color