Poetry.

Childhood memories of summers.

A solitary is fighting for her living. Her pitiful day to day living doesn’t move anyone. We have become so self centered to ignore her sufferings.

This is my feeling for mankind.

I feel the pulse of mother earth beneath my feet and muse of how she remains unchanged by time.

Poem.

If you were a bird and I was a tree……

Poem about myself as a child. But, a poem that can be made to fit with any little girl. Please enjoy and let me know what you think.

Based on a true story.

I see today, tomorrow who knows.