9/11 A Taxman Claim.. Let the leaves of tired trees, freeze and glaze the eyes they please. Trees full and bust, stand tall we all feel we trust. Finding seeds that fall from tall, listen wise the tree knows all. The roots we feed we never see, water feeds the desert sea. Deep they twist, searching with strength, long they stretch in deep and length. Structures try to replicate, nature tell what is our fate. What we build up must come down, it's a story of insurance claim, and frown.

Love.. Time, a test at best, the place to stay, to rest. A test of time, an open mind. An open mind will always find, it looses fear, of ticking time. Resist the puzzled wise, only waves, time and sound can rise. Prayed world a #life of Devine in light, damned only half the light that night. Tense a touch the hand of trust, tightly helping, love, you must.

Fine Wish. Happy days we see the sun, in the sky like a current bun. Sandy beaches scattered towels, the packs of children with screams and howls. At the end of the day with this epic finish, as the sun it leaves now make a fine wish.

Earths Children. If the air wasn't there, if the sky we couldn't share. What would the sights be like out there, would it just make it night everywhere. How the earth was made and formed, as it rolls around and turned. We'll never know this question we seek, about the secret our world does keep. We are the earths children looking up, in our state we must wake and keep up.

The Birds And Bees. As I stare with eyes that flare, the #life I live of being there. The world is round but flat to some, as you shout to those that come. Dancing mice beneath your feet, as they tie your laces neat. As your tears fall to the ground, they fall so fast but never round. The stars are there to light the way, but if fall it's now ok. Trees and grass that look so green, the wildest that your eyes have seen. So do your best to flex your chest, the birds and bees will do the rest.