I’ve experienced seven hundred and seventy moulds

I died from minerality and become vegetable

And from vegetative-ness I died and become animal

I died from animality and became man

Then why fear disappearance through death?

For the next time I shall die

Bring forth wings and feathers like angels

After that soaring higher than angels

What you cannot imagine I shall be that.

WINTER

Winter is fun!
I step outside.
Fingers freeze—I feel the cold breeze
on my warm face
as young brother wants to race.
WINTER IS THE BEST!!!