Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

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

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

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

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

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

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

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

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

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

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.

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,