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

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

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

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

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

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

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

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

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