We are wind, supine over glacial waters
We are petals of burgeons drifting to ground
The rainbow resultant of misty rains
An autumn leaf in a mellow course of river
The rising sun on a winter’s day
We are curious visitors to foreign lands
Serenity
Glorious beauties surround us
We walk the distance immeasurable
To speak nothing of sorrow
We are the tempest, torrid over desolate earth
We are withering blossoms in standing water
The destruction following deluge
An arbitrary soul caught in a whirlpool
The scorching heat of desert summers
We are selfish missionaries to third world countries
Frustration
The unknown taunts us
We run virtual marathons
To hold back shouts of happiness