Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

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

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

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

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

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

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,