I live a life of wild.
Of wild wind
Of tall trees,
Rushing waters,
And red dragonflies.
I wander through fields
of wild Iris’s hidden by
Tall ferns and sweet daisy’s
I hear the laughter of the creek as it meanders to the sound. The call of the gold finches catch my attention
As they dance by  caught up
In the ritual of courting.
At night the strawberry moon smiles wishing me a goodnight and the stars shine like millions of fireflies.
Bright and out of reach.
From the outside looking in
My life may seem simple lacking excitement,
But I live a life of wild
Of wild wind
Of tall trees
Rushing waters
And red dragonflies.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.