When I look in the mirror I see more grays
As if the days whizzed by a little too fast
Every wrinkle I see appearing on my face
Feel like secrets and information amassed

Many reflections seem like they are distant views
Like watching earth get smaller when launched into space
Memories and recollections become old news
Losing track of who was supposed to win this race

Its nice to think i wont break
The second someone takes away
All i made a part of me
To be left with the bones
And the soul that so generously carries them

the soul whose used to the weight
Of all the extra words and names, and words for names and rhymes for words and names for rhymes and the melodies that put them all together

like we feel heavier when it rains
I feel heavier to know there’s love

Green to me is;

It comes slowly.
The red flags, the warning signs.
Too easily ignored at first.

You made it so far.
Why should you ever expect life to take such a turn?

So you keep thinking that you still have time.
To mend the broken pieces.
To make amends.

Because, for sure, there are better days yet to come.
Days of strength, days of joy, days of success.
Then, you will find your path again.
For sure.

And, finally, you will have the courage to repent.
To atone.
To move again. Ahead.

A man who carries a boulder on his shoulder
his naked necrotic stature
trembling amongst a long stretch of road
stretching between
two differing valleys of reflection.
Purposely portraying
realities wrapped in decorative ribbons
of decisive deceit
wildly professing the cemented path
pathed before his noble feet.

You should live life,even if your seventy or your five,do fun and feel the joy,life is yours so enjoy. . In life you have sacrifices,but you should feel the sun's rises,feel the moon's light,one day everything will be alright. .

The following poem inspired by
a book titled The Hidden Life of Trees:
What They Feel, How They Communicate
by Peter Wohlleben.

Warrior Woman
statuesque and divine
dignified in her fight
She’s no stranger to battle
claimed rivals far and wide
Seeking reclamation
an overseer of the land
A fiery fierceness that
resides in her eyes
reminds others that
she’s weathered a storm
faced chaos and cruelty
with unwavering might

Hello again
My dear father
It is nice to see you again
Here on earth
Waken us up
Early first thing in the morning
Also first thing in the morning
You let the sun rise
And also warming up the earth
Because before dawn
The earth was cold
It was only 15 degrees
During the dawn
We are still sleeping
In our cozy beds
We get up at 10 am
Every morning