Under a trance
He begins to shimmy

He leaves no move unmade
No bead of sweat would he ever trade

For this
His bliss

His lifeblood

His purpose

God help who doesn't feel it

He left his apartment in the city

He found a beautiful oak tree
Deep in the forest
Miles from anything

Up on the very top
he build a treehouse

His friends & companion were all animals

And he lived happily ever after.....

Something quite magical is about to occur
I don't know many details,
but I'll tell you what I heard

Big mama is revolting!
She's had it up to here!
She's tired of humans and
their acting out of fear

Our end will be quick
So swift it will be
Will all humans gone
She'll fill up with glee

The tidal waves are coming...
I've been told to report
Accept your fate, fellow humans
Either you will or you won't

Let leafy leafs lay
All on and under everything.....

Goes well with fall...
Falling, I mean

I don't mean to leannnnnnnnnn

No

No

No

Gnome...

Singing! Singing!

Without a care in the world....

All the leaves and turning
and ready for burning...

A fine balance that now comes into being

Being....is......beguiling

All at once.....the flow comes and goes
Going......going.....gone

There's a dead bird that sits upon a bush

I wonder if he felt anything at the
time of his passing...

I wonder why he died...

I wonder if it had a chance
to produce offspring...

What if it had lived one more day?

I hope his passing was...necessary

The drum that exists within me
is ALIVE

Alive & well....be on the lookout