Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

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

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

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

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

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

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,

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

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

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.