Rhythmic tympani of woodland symphony,
His search for lunch in Quercus branch
Ads music to a forest glade.
Dawn's chorus would the poorer be
Without his insistent cacophony

Sunrise, Sunset.
Another Day.

New birth, Old death.
Another Life.

Music composed, Music heard.
Another Joy.

Soil tilled, Seed planted.
Another Miracle.

Wheat grown, Crop reaped.
Another Season.

Bird song. Silent wood
Another  Tragedy.

Death in the surf. Plastic bag.
Another Pollution.

What's the solution?
God Knows

I could have kissed you
As we sat in evening sun.
But why so shy.

I could have kissed you
As we lay in summers field.
Would you have flown away.

I could have kissed you
As tears of hurt you shed.
Would it mend my aching heart.

I kissed you.
One delightful day in May.
Oh why did I delay.

Mock not my indiscretions.
Much can come from errored choice.
lessons oft come by misdirection,
So give me not the taunting voice.

Ask me when I am older
If my dreams have proven true.
Perhaps by then shall I be bolder,
Humbled e'en, maybe grateful too.

Should I never reach that status
Hold me not with disrespect.
Ask instead how life would shape us
Were we all so circumspect.

Do love me please for what I am.
Hold me dear for all I give you.
I really do the best I can,
Judge me not on what I should do.

The world is a stage
Upon which we are permitted
A temporary performance.

Learn life’s lines well
For when we exit stage left
Only the author
Can command an encore.

Love is not love that alters
When alteration finds.

Many gold bands are lost
To a readjusted mind

Pure gold will never tarnish
Tho' scored and bent may be.

True love is refined by our constancy.

So this is love, oh had I but known.
Your beauty leaves a heart enslaved,
Were I a king-for you, what of throne?
My abdication subjects would forgive.

A world without you would be grey
A canvass without its colour.
A divine artist though passed this way.
Oh please- never meet my brother!

My heart no longer dwells within
I wear it on my sleeve.
The end of me would be your sin
Should you ever leave.

But wait. What beauty does approach?
Oh fickle heart of mine.
Now shall I incur reproach.
Er-What was your name again?