Crossroads

.

 Aren't we all so unique

That a chance to meet

A similar sole

Is almost null,

I love having talks

With flower-folks,

And rocks

and frogs,

And each one tells his tale.

I love to dwell

On clouds

Over noisy crowds,

No doubts,

Mist has no fists,

Music takes me far away,

In the midst of my day,

Golden sheep

Comes visit smiling.