Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

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

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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

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,

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

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

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,