Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

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

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

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

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

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

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

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

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

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