deep in the dark dirt
the trees with autumnal mystery

whisper chemical words
touch and tap out rooted codes

they dust and vibrate ancient texts upon the wind
it is decided

this is to be a mast year
chestnuts acorns pinecones

pop and pepper the ground
they puddle in surprising abundance

the squirrels are certainly happy
the chipmunks too

do they understand what the trees discussed?
do they share that language?

are they allowed a voice?
we kick

and fidget
at the first beat

of the heart
and are born

to build
what will only

one day fall apart

Rolling in time
Strolling along the beat
Don’t know what will come  
All I know I have to hum
To the heat
Storms will pass
I know, I know
What will become?
Rolling in time
Strolling to the beat
Staying out of the heat
Loving each day
Trying to make my way
Everyone rides a storm
You will get out
Strolling along the beat
Don’t take the heat
Storms of life