Early morning cricket orchestra Resounding In the summer air Open fields What lies out there

Ice cracked bones Heart made of stone The statue sits upon its throne All alone birds tend Her loneliness

Flames burning higher and higher The skies on fire Blue bullets rip Before I can kiss her goodbye The mermaids swim through

Rain is falling down Thunders crashing all around Nevertheless Don’t stress Turn the lights down low

Upon the mountaintop In my efforts —to reach the heavens —To touch the skies God listens

Moonrise and Sunsets in New hues Beaches awash with New blues

Scarecrow The witness of silent lightning Hears the first crack of thunder As the animals flee Rain starts to fall

My main squeeze Saturday afternoon Weekday bruises Never gone too soon Over yonder

Once alive yet never dead Children’s spring summertime laugh… In the air and skies overhead Omnipresent love Sunshine and breezes

Broader concepts of the new day Half risen sun on the horizon Bright is the bay Beneath the glowing stratosphere Clarity, warmth

Growing tired As the sun dips into the sea Growing tired Autumn leaves Falling from the trees

God whispering in a seashell Beside the wishing well Beneath the skies Where seagulls dwell The forces of nature

Within the confines Of tortured souls Ancient lies Fester

Snowed in Natures house arrest Warm cider Picture perfect Kind of day