Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

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.

What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

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

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

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

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

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

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

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,