When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No worries, no fears, no troubles, no fuss.
In the mother's arms, we put our trust.
But as we grew, we looked and craved,
and all too soon became enslaved.
The more we saw, the more we wanted.
Our quest for more became undaunted.
Our thirst for more could not be quenched.
The more we grasped, the tighter we clenched.
We scampered and gathered and gathered to hoard.
Possessions became our master and lord.
And when we're old with our treasures all heaped,
a sad example of what greed has reaped.
Our fists still clenched in a grasping motion,
till at our death, when our hands are opened.
This Is Your Time
This is your time
Goodbye To You
I thought you were so cool.
Keeping The Promises
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
I Love Your Cute Smile
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
A Float...
Pen and paper are my tools
Real Laughter
A little bit of laughter,
Dine Destiny
There's none to compare to you,
A Rooted Friend
Friends come and go
Tomorrow's Unrevealed Blessings
Never judge the situation by the appearance
Your Special Friend
Friendship is like life.