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

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

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

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

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

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

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

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

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

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird