Category: Poems

By Maya Green Of monies, gold, silver and propertyThere may be little or none in storeBut of many children and friendsAbundance may come, in different

By Maya Green O what beauty I see, the flowers are now witheringI thought — ‘what has happened to spring?’It was only yesterday, that everythingWell,

By Maya Green Come let’s do some ‘shinrin-yoku’Taking a walk in nature, and the forestBeing bath by the trees, in the morning dewTo be supercharged,

By MAYA GREEN We are just pebblesBeing pushed and pulled by the currentsYes, we are just pebblesBeing stepped on, and felt in the streams We

By MAYA GREEN I once went to the Mike’s barnA Czarina home in North CarolinaPrettily sat, right next to Shoal CreekWhich happily flows leisurely by

By MAYA GREEN Everything has a place, an appointed timeA roaring tempest, has rhythm and rhymeA bloom, it unfolds in the morningBut will be wilting,

By MAYA GREEN The symphony of the wolvesAnd the cacophony of the cicadasMelting into the psithurismOf the redwood leavesThese are more pleasant, and sincereIn the

By MAYA GREEN When the night befalls youKnow that the light of the starsWill be there to guide you;And the brilliance of dawnWill tend to