with waving branches
The tree whispers to the wind
Good morning, darling.

Forgiving steps and shit
The grass still feeds the bird
With arms open.


with fading color
My shoes wait faithfully
For our next run.


Sitting face to face
Television is too shy
sofa waits and waits.


sky-touching buildings
start to sing a lively song
welcoming the sun.


feet grounded
the buildings stand in silence
for the sky has a black mood.


embracing dead leaves
the pavement whispers
may you rest in peace.


toilet bowl giggles
When urine drips into it
signaling the drain.