On his morning walk into the woodsHe saw his bench A girl sat alone on itLooking at nothingness.His heart felt heavyTaking a seat next to herHe smiles and says helloAnd offers her his coffee jugWhy is autumn sad?She says looking at the falling leavesHe looks at the leaves blowing in the windIt is not sadIt is the most colorful seasonNext to Spring Autumn is my favoriteExcept for the leaves on the groundHe turns to look at...

The boat sets out gently propelled,By the currents of time,Making its way towards a meanderingRiver. The currents draw it onward,Inexorably towards faster waters.Past shoals and rapids ever forward,Pausing only to embark a companion,To share the voyage. Strange lands glide past,Exotic landscapes where one companion departs,Only to be replaced by another.Ever faster flowing past an unending vista of other shores,The endles...