Everything,

Eventually falls.

Yet it’s not sad, ...

Life’s unpredictability,

Chaos and confusion,

Led me to symmetry. ...

Some planets,

Viewed from afar,

Carry similarities, ...

Shadows awaken,

Extend with time,

Then fade away, ...

Rain or shine,

Resilient ones,

Simply hang around, ...

There is a tree,

Beside a quiet street,

One that is small, ...

Hard climbs,

Appear daunting.

And how the mind, ...

To fit in,

Or to be me.

The answer is simple, ...

Beside a brick wall,

Or close to a sprinkler,

With no worries at all. ...

On some days,

Even trees,

Need a helping hand, ...

Despite the wear,

Scratches or dents,

Most things old, ...

Today’s views,

Never look the same,

When seen through eyes, ...

On calm sunny days,

He often sat there,

Drink in hand, ...

On cloudy days,

I often play,

An old childhood game. ...

Art is often created,

In neighborhood corners,

Neglected or concealed. ...

Traveling on highways,

Is often direct and fast.

But I prefer side roads, ...

Some trees bear fruit,

As winter arrives.

Perhaps I too, ...

Some days,

We simply cannot find,

The will to say no. ...

As days pass,

And leaves fall,

A once surrounded, ...

Leaning sideways,

Feeling flat,

In need of rest, ...