In the wee hours of the morning
When walking and listening to Nature's calls is vetter than any gym
Sensations and scents in the kitchen
Lyrics that can be tweaked though sometimes leaving them be seems right
An unplanned for treat on a stormy day
Eavesdropping and ideas just come forward like falling stars
You are talking to me
Taking it in and digesing what to do as you craft and play with it
It speaks to me

Hope to visit them in the forest on their trees in California with my Canon at the ready
To capture the lovely Monarchs for a poster
Last Spring, several followed me while walking
I loved it, but knew the legend
They were those who passed on saying Hi
Hope that is true
Wishing I could soar with them
Gently flow with the breeze
Elegant Butterflies

Outdoor trash can
Six gift bags with silk flowers in it
As it drizzled it was ckwar somebody who yearned for a card or a phone call on Mother's day would have loved those flowers
Now they are on their way to a landfill
Sadly

Sweetest one
Prejudice goes away and never returns
Accepted for who and what we are
Not what others want us to be
Love is love
You matter
You care
Make a difference
Dare to be the very best that you are capable of being
The party will be international, and those invited will want to attend
Til then

let us live in harmony and live a life so free
fill the world with love the way that it should be.

let us all unite from each and every place
fill the world with harmony for each and every race.

let us live together and unite as one
hand in hand in harmony we will carry on