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As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,
Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
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