The Cypress Tree

The cypress tree stands tall.
And doesn't move at all.
It is steadfast and strong.
And lives for very long.


The cypress tree stands true.
And will not move to you.
It will not low-lie,
But reach up to the sky.

Scared at Night

If you go down the  lane tonight,

With a great big pumpkin moon.

When it's dark and creepy, without any light.

And the wind goes Hoooooooo! 

And the ghosts in your head go eeek!

And the shadows all come near.

In your throat, there's a coming shriek.

And your shaking all over with fear.

When you go back home to bed.

With a pillow to rest your head.

And everything is scary again.

Just remember,

It's all in your imaginative head.

Don't run screaming out of bed.

Just remember what I said.

It's probably something you read.

The World of Blue

I would like to travel the world.

A spinning globe of blue.

Seeing people, having adventures,

An airplane would do.

But I am stuck at home.

Untill I am grown.

With an imagination.

And an atlas.

About the world of blue.

Through the Looking Glass

Through the looking-glass,
I see myself,
Like Alice in Wonderland.
The looking-glass of shining similarity.
You see I, I see me.

Simultaneously,
We walk,
Side by side.
No need to talk.
We have nothing to hide.

I, myself, and me.
Till a hand I reach,
Into the water,
To touch my identical twin.
But she disappears,
Into the water,
Leaving ripples.