Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure