Contemplation

I Sit under a Tree
In Contemplation
The Wind
And My Breath
Are in Harmony
I Become
The Tree
My Arms and Legs
The Branches
Spine the Trunk
My Soul is the Leaves
Swinging with the Breeze
The Sky
And the Earth are
Tied together

Ready To Fly

A Cool Breeze
Finally Starts to Blow
The Hot Day
Fading
Into a Pleasant Night
Sound of Crickets
Echoes Everywhere
Reaches Deep Into My Heart
And Strikes a Chord
Free Like a Bird
I have Wings Tonight
Ready to Start on My Journey
I will Fly across the Darkness