Twenty?

You are still that boundless joy
I first saw in a bundle.
So mischievous, yet so coy,
so wanting to be snuggled.
Then you flapped your wings to fly,
soaring higher each year.
But that twinkle in your eyes
would tell me you are near.
Yeah - tall and wisdom plenty.
Naah - you are not yet twenty.

Earth

Here once a river flowed,

down the green mountains so steep.

The forests forever glowed

layered with trees tall and deep.

But now this land is arid,

drier is getting the pond.

Man wanders, and is harried -

in search of celestial wand.

But fate favours, and it heals

those who toil and oil the wheels.