Walks in the forest,
with a gentle rain falling,
makes me feel a live.
If you have a message,
don’t write books or compose songs,
just send them a text.
A song came today,
the words simply fell in place,
now to find a tune.
I had déjà vu,
I saw it before, I believe,
but it’s a feeling.
Long grasses swaying,
and I love their graceful moves,
in the lightest breeze.
