Good.

Good.

Kora would be pleased.

Is there any wonder?

Where does the mind go

When it is lost

How do trees know

When to start weeping

Shedding leaves

Like dry skin

Who taught

A caterpillar

To metamorphosize

Where did Blue Whales

Learn to sing

Are there any old dreams

Worth remembering

When none of them

Were ever true

Who knows which way

The wind blows

Without

Spitting on a finger

Unless it blows

An old tree down

And the onus

Falls on you

To find an answer

Without support

Is there any wonder

Who could ever wish

For flying fish

To spin the wheel

Of fortune

Or swim with sharks

And navy seals

They are anthropomorphic

There are no Penguins

In the Arctic

There is no wonder

In surveillance

No mystery in pretence

When it is not real

It will not stop

There is no wonder

In a trip

Online to Amazon

Or into photoshop.