Birds caress the spring air
With wings that seem to massage
Peaceful pathways overhead

I feel the tiredness of exertion
In my knees and back
But I don’t mind
I relish the open feeling
Of living on this spring day

Until I hear the news

Oh
To be swaddled by such a false sense of indignation
To lie in bedrooms
******* acrid smoke into bitter lungs
Imprisoned by the bars of fear and anger
And dream up desperate acts of destruction

Who would chose such a destiny?

On this magical spring day
The sun sets so beautifully
And the full moon glows orange
In sympathetic reflection

Another day
Memorable for so many reasons
Draws
To a conclusion