Forever young.
What everyone wants to feel.
In these strange times and in this strange world.
I am feeling, forever old.
So now, conversations with myself, conversations with trees, and conversations with the sun.
Is where I find my peace.
Not long until the sun sets and darkness unfolds,
Conversations with the sun turn into conversations with the moon,
but the conversation remains the same.
Just like the trees, satisfied either by light or no light.
Whether I am feeling forever young or forever old, I am satisfied with the past and the coming future.
I know that it is not long until the sun rises and light unfolds.
And conversations with the moon turn back to conversations with the sun.
