One choice can decide a life,
Choice is a function of awareness.
Sun rises, birds sing
Notes spouted in excited sequence, not always a song,
All other sounds are muted to their syncopated cacophony
I’m still, listening to today’s melody.
Alone, they are all one note short of a chord
Together they make wondrous music.

All the while colors unfurl,
The wind unfolds their fragrance
Cinnamon warming, white Jasmine
Caressed by orange glowing beams.
This wafting perfume emanates
Between the pleated curtain of clouds
Blushing pink, as they echo this day’s secrets
Eager they are, to hide on witnessing eyelashes
                                                      PFL