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

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

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

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

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

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

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

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

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay