Soul, Sight, and Sound

Where the sunflowers grow Tall and strong And roosting birds Serenade in song From the giant Sycamore On the riverbank Under which I give my thanks With a sense of belonging And gratitude Knowing in my stillness And solitude I am one Soul, sight, and sound With all of the beautiful things

Wild Ones

If you were a flower What would you be? I’d be a wild one Born to be free Free to be wild As my nature says, I’ll be With deep enough roots To not be careless But still free Free to enjoy The company of wild ones Like me

Spring Sings

If you haven’t heard There’s a new song It’s a song of inclusion Where all belong Where all blossom Beautiful and bright In response to the rain With respect to the light It’s sung by birds Percussion by bees Backing vocals By whispering breeze It’s playing on repeat If you care to hear But don’t… Read More Spring Sings

Flame Red

The sun dipped down Behind the trees That swayed and danced In time with the breeze Celebrating Another day’s end The flowers also cheered With a dip and a bend And when the sun saw The respect of them all She put on a show As she continued to fall Pink, orange, and purple Finally,… Read More Flame Red