This old house

There’s no one out here, yet there’s flowers that bloom and valleys that roll and rivers that flow into the never-ending seas we can go there just you and I the empty halls echo sounds of past long gone and the light dances with the dust of feelings unsettled between you and I you make

My meaning of life

Laying on nature’s floor, breathing in fresh air, feeling the pollinated breeze over my face, being next to the green plants and trees, accompanied by bugs and bees Letting time pass by, fast or slow, with the fluctuating clouds above I don’t care. This is my meaning of life.

What do you find meaning in?

For the longest time it’s been banana trees, coconut trees, marigolds, lotuses, cotton, sugar canes, Bees Ants Sunshine Warm rain Clay Bamboo Pigeons and sparrows