Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

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

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

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

Remember goodness in the fire of e… Remember joy in the center of sorr… Remember love in the flood of hate… Remember courage in the pit of fea… It’s never too late.

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

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

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own