Songbirds Flying High
Trees sway in the wind...
Lush green blanket giving warmth to the bare...
Giant high mountains of rock built, exhibiting...
When the rain falls,
all is so quiet...
Darkness unfolds,
Veiling the sun...
The decline is steep and fast
Life groans...
An uneasy blood cascades
in the slender arteries...
Sitting by the window I see the sky ahead.
I fall silent, awed by the phenomenon...
Cactus waving hi,
while driving by...
The club of a caveman
waving in the brown heat...
In a car
it's raining...
Seated on a wooden bench
Enjoying the view overlooking Cherry Lane...
Stop,
Just for a moment...