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

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

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

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

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

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.

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,