Tiny tomatoes on the vine.
A reflection of you is all I see.
Not at all who you used to be.
Won’t you come and love with me?
So I can see past the reflection where you and me are we.
In the stump of a tree grows life, a magnolia flower not where you would expect it to be.
He’s crying from loneliness
All that is around is broken glass
He wishes the people would take better care of the wilderness.