I know little of life’s

True mysteries

And often question

Those things that

I see

For none hold true

Meaning to me

But stop as I

Am forced to be

To touch a flower

Which reminds me

Of you

To lay in the grass

And feel your embrace

To touch a tree with

Carless haste

Where man has taken

With no consideration

So blindly

I know nothing but

Beauty and love

In everything I see and


With my minds