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

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

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.

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

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

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

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

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

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

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

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.

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.