The mirror image of the man up in the sky With sound like the coat of a tree Mankind feared me Yet now man is kind

You can find one in a book. You can find one on a tree. Or you can find one in a car dealership selling Nissans.

Relaxing sport for everyone that loves the open sea and smell of something fresh from the catch

Metal or plastic vessels, their purpose to rain down life gently on green soldiers standing in rows, nurturers of thirsty roots, they perform a dance of droplets from their spouted mouths.

Buried deep where ages lie, I watched the countless years go by. No breath I take, no voice I own, for now I’m cast in hardened stone.