Knol

Are they 'beautiful'? Perhaps, no
But, the nutritiousness makes you go
The unexpected flavour even more so
Amazing delight in the days of storm & snow

What Circulates & Isn't Our Property

Water, air, and, yes, money are free
They change hands; even run through the body
Government is there to channel
Yet, can't contain them within a tunnel
And, disappear, can only money

Only money suffers stupidity
It's a child of your activity
But, it will never be your personnel
All are free, when you push your panel

In water and air, no change we see
At least, lunar phases have their decree
These two pundits are God's own colonel
Over life, as its bullying pannel
We dream freedom; they truly are free.

October Rain

It's seven thirty in the morning
And, softly it's raining
Still, it's mostly dark
A lit candle gives a first spark
A hot beverage to make moving