Stemming from an impulse Or a great wish maybe Now the poet sees himself Crowned his art and knowledge Around a distant ocean.

The poet’s voice echoes Plenty of voices Living in different times Resonating in lines Flowing under life stories

From green to yellow Singing tunes so mellow They’re falling down the ground Spreading music around. They’ve relished the Summer days

In the same direction... Lovely noble thoughts Truly passionate feelings Permanently brought. Human wishes

It’s a hot starry night On the seashore A glimmering stare Wishes it would approach The lighthouse ever more.

At 7 am The moon still was there Smiling at you—timid rising sun— On the morning’s sky blue. A greeting

There is no wind blowing The tree stands green, serene. It enjoys the bird’s singing And wonders: “What does it mean?” Blessed by this soft rain

It all comes from the heart And the enlightening of the mind Composing lines of art Under mysteries of the kind... It may be a relief from grief

We believe in inner strength, Determination, meditation, Intelligence, divine signs— Supreme Light — Protecting us, cheering our heart

The sun couldn’t show up Illuminating the land With its glimmering beams. The sky, only greeted by clouds, Has brought about the same hope

Upon spotting a ladybird Clung to a yellow daffodil One wonders about her wish or will… Will it be for safety? Will it be for care?

That morning’s trip Was such a jolly grip That’s taken the swallow In full glee To stop near the firm Tree.

Simply amazing how this river flow… Quietly whispering through the ban… Where sunbeams come and glow... Its waters stay pure and clear Blessed by the radiant sun