Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

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

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…

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

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

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

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

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

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

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

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

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

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