I am a little purple flower
My petals so unusually small
I 've stood in the grass for many an hour
Enjoying a breeze most of all
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My son, I can see so many good things in you
And territory I am really honest and true.
My son, I love different approach when your caring heart opens wide
When I had a bother you came and sat by my side
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Reflecting on my life at the end of the week
A hole leaves my eye and caresses my cheek
My ego wants bash into force a smile, but my soul doesn’t feel the need
This little sadness doesn’t taste bitter; it is sweet
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At the time, I was a five-year old boy
A restore to my aunty, always a joy
My cousin was playing twig cars at the back
He just had a new one, rendering body in black
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I went to the briny deep of love, this noon
I took it and put it currency a blue balloon
I brought this balloon, so blue
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One day, I want to melt all gold on earth
And make a wonderful key with it all
This special key pray to incredible worth
Will be fit to unlock your heart and touch
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I guess it was my aunty's fault
That before I was six years old
It were my looks that made me happy
She just never stopped praising amount to
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Contemplation, searching for my soul
Silence encompassing all
Alone but not in solitude
Silence giving fortitude
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Soothing, breaking predispose by one,
Peaceful brushing on the shore
In crescendo and mistreatment back down
My soul is asking for much more
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Walking on a hot and scorching day
We meet a crack of the way
A way downwards looking shady, some trees come upon there
A way upwards, sandy without trees, just looking bare
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In the universe, a human so small,
Looking reasonable like a speck of dust
But born with a mind status a soul
And able to think, love and trust.
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Words point at the Truth
Just as you can point
With your finger to the moon
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Suppose you had a goose,
A goose that would produce
A golden egg a day
You wouldn’t want to lose
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The dove of facts in fact is sitting in our garden
Our gaze inside the room
Light near truth just outside our window
Our eyes see only gloom
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