Inspired Creations

I sit in a room thinking Looking out at the unseen horizon Picking up from where I had left the day before The cool wind upon my face, is no more It no longer pleases me,I am no longer thinking But the wind blows and blows I see it unable to fathom its intangibility A murmur , a crowd, they sing along A thought , a lonely whisper, I am dying to hear A dream to live, a touch to feel A touch I wont feel, no more I am, not me,no more...............

The greenfields, my evergreen life Sunshine and rain Dried grass, waterpuddles, My life, my evergreen life. A wild flower in its midst Alonely one, the only one The sunshine, it grows. With the rain, it grows. My little wild flower. Playing with the wind. In the midst of my life. The green fields, & nothing more...