Out of nothing
out of dust and emptiness
colors are brewing
because of the sun
because of the green trees
sounds strike silence
where the birds used to fly
you talk to me from
behind the glass
I imagine every word
because I like to imagine things
because things that I imagined
come to me ….


In the shadow and sun ray

To see the beginning and end
the roots start and part
I go on a short morning walk
to a tree on a quiet street
where the shadows expose me
in the rhythm of the day
when the sun rays suck me in
the autumn game

author: greenlifenow 
photo art: greenlifenow