they fly

in the sky

varied colours

I see in my eyes

they do chirp

and they do shit

they at times sing

a melody

and birds

they freely

roam the sky


can I be

in the afterlife


flowers, o many

of different shapes and size

soothing to the eyes

the treasure for the flies

a kind gesture

when offered

a symbol of beauty

when hair pinned

sometimes a path

for the one in honour

flowers they are

here and there

colours all that please


In the silence of leaves

The ones behind the fallen tress

Lays the chirp of the birds bright

I see colors

And it’s like wonder

Together walking the earth

All the might


they seem like an ocean

when though upon

they are ever persisting

let’s just look over

bring thy name now

say your problems out

watch them washing away in the sky


they are abstract

can’t be catched

we think

they belong

to the hearts of men

surely somewhere else then den

they got shades

many and new

with different names

we all match them

for us to know

calendar days

after speaking to time

I went wondering

where did it go

where does it come from

from the mountains

or hills?

or the rivers and the storms ?

I took a net

and kept a snare

but couldn’t catch the time

as it is

it went on

not taking stops

says it swallow me

and go on