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

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

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

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

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

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

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

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

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

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

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

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