Welcome to my newest book,

My book of poems the third,

The stillness surely deepens, 

Do the oceans need a word?

 

There are no words for ocean waves,

Or waters blue and clear,

For waves do form and just as fast,

They swiftly disappear,

 

With waterfalls magnificent,

And rainbows on the sea,

The fjords in Norway are surreal,

They’re in book number three,

 

The shoreline’s song is golden,

Yet the river’s dam shall break,

And when in England have some tea,

But grammar’s a mistake,

 

For is it now the car park?

Or the parking lot, oh my,

The grammar surely changes,

Based on country that you fly,

 

And flowers surely blossom,

As do inner children too,

The zebra’s stripes were taken,

The hotel was quite P.U.,

 

Beyond the pond and lily pads,

Oasis in the trees,

The butterfly is surely now,

As light as summer’s breeze,

 

This poetry is conscious,

Meditations from the shore,

For when you truly are awake,

The end is nevermore.