The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

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

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

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

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

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

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.

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.

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

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

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