Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

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

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

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.

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

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

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

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

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

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down