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.

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

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

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

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

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…

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

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go