I did not say for long,
but I'm still listening,
How leafs are growing and I'm startled
by the evening's tiered tree.

My Days are breaking
in large eyes,
and happiness in seconds
From memories? From where?

I surprise myself, adding,
Integrating, making
happiness' surface. Maybe?
Like a falling water to its spring.

My Todays are leaking
in large seconds.
And what I did not say makes thought,
in thought.