On a walk, many
Brown-Eye Susan line
the border, before the woods.
Rain clouds move closer
as if to give a hug, while
Cicada serenade with
a constant song.
Warm breeze of Summer
blows through my hair,
as memories cross my mind,
of bare foot days and
water play... laughter,
of children, echoes.
Thankfulness arises for
what I have been given
and for a chance to
live, another day.