a song never ends
weaves through countless times

times not counted in years
years not counted at all

some sing forever their song
their songs cradle their souls

the listener can be seduced
but first makes their choice.

a naked journey we all made
same as all fauna and flora
a naked birth and naked death

the truly poor are those that hoard-
believing worldly goods will save them

we meet in the air we breathe
sit in silence together
our union is forever

I would be summer to your heart
And ochre autumn to colour days
Winter too, in all her mystic beauty
And spring in her glorious array

I would be the cool summer rain
That gently falls from an open sky
Or the winter's welcome mellow sun
That warms a face with a smile

I would be too, the heady breeze
That dances and sings melodies
The joy of all seasons that lifts the heart
And shields life neath its canopy



Inspired by -
Edna St. Vincent Millay -I know I am but summer to your heart.

something beautiful to leave in your wake
a gentle turning of the soil
planting of a seed
a helping hand unseen.