The wind whispers softly,
Remembering the day
When everything was silent
And the earth was pure and new

The trees are quietly sighing,
Passing knowledge through their leaves,
Telling of the days gone by,
The secrets of today.

Breath in the stories
That the trees provide,
Listen to the knowledge
Shown by the wind.

Touch the air,
Feel the movement,
Keeping the fire of life.
The more you listen
To the world around you,
The more you are able to see.

a tree grows
where my journey ends --
in the soil

My mouth is dry.
You still look at me.
With those beautiful eyes.
Your dark hair frames you face.
Skin like gold, lips like rubies.
Woman you know, you are stelling my soul.

Waking with you,
To your touch,
Sippin Black Coffee,
Between sheets,
TV news,
Newspaper,
Sippin, sippin, sippin,
Waking slowly,
Against your skin,
Your silken hair,
To your morning scent,
It’s a brand new day.
Good Morning Sunshine