I have been bird watching lately, they are such a gift!
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
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
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.