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

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

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

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

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

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

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

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…

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

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

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