An invoking interpretive poem on the art of stillness.

Thoughts.

Nature is in perfect harmony, until man tips the balance. By Simonne Liberty.

I don’t believe you loved me,
You don’t believe I cared.

I read Robert Frost’s "Nothing Gold Does Stay", analyzing the futility of nature’s cycles – as all things are beautiful fade. So, I took it upon myself to write a response in the exact same form, pointing out to Mr. Frost how, though things of beauty fade, they always come back in fuller force.

92 proof.

Recollection of time passing through a ceaseless cycle, paying respect to the full moon and revelations revealed through the lunar eclipse.

Lyrics to a new song that relates to my past.

About a Tree and Seasons.

Life can be compared to seasons, easily. So can things that go through cycles. I went with something that reaches an end.