I am not turning back even when it would be easy I stay in this exact place where I have chosen to remain and everything recognizes me.

Small dandelion, How can you be everywhere? Are you the scion, Peeking from that sidewalk lair, Of my lawn, distant and fair?

Falling rain from sky High it seems like a cry Dear birds in their nests Here i'm doing my best Nature breathes with guests by rest

the truth about trees is not its age, nor its teeth, it is what happens when you shake its branches and suddenly— a bird flies out.

Greetings family 🫠 We wanna introduce you to a new poetic form today. It's called the Tanka. So what is Tanka poetry? Tanka is a 13-century-old form of Japanese poetry, translating to "short song," consisting of five lines with a 5-7-5-7-7 syllable structure. Unlike the shorter haiku, tanka off...Read more