I am the autumn windFlying nowhere on the endless meadowsI am the river stream Flowing nowhere across the forests pines I am the dandelion flower Floating nowhere following the wild winds The winds will eventually whirl in the storm The streams will eventually merge in the big ocean The flowers will eventually land make fields home…I belong to nowhere.. Brighton,…

Winds. Little cool winds swiftly blow over my face. Rain.Small water bubbles hop on my cat umbrella drop by drop. Falling leaves.Yellow-orange leaves fall loosely between my fingers’ space. With backpack on the shoulder, I stroll along the street A squirrel comes across my way I ask “Where are you going, dear Little Squirrel?”The squirrel replies “I am collecting almonds…

I met youThe little yellow flower on the roadYou are there, on the green baseSlightly swaying in the wind.. Rain comes and goes, so does the sunWinter comes and goes, so does the spring.You are still thereStrive stronger and wirier Like trees in the forest.Always toward the sun. Like bird’s wings on the sky.Always young and free. Brighton, 12…