The wind blowing softly
Moves the leaves in the
Trees. Thousands of leaves
All waving and rustling in
Tune with the singing birds.
Sitting in a chair on the deck
Absorbing the rays of the sun,
I close my eyes and listen to
The waves as they accompany
The leaves and birds. I dream
Of what heaven must be like
And am happy that I am only
Dreaming as I feel I have much
To do before I take that path.
One never knows and no one
Has the power to decide when
That trip will take place. I am
Still dreaming and wondering
About things. Where does that
Water out front originate. Maybe
From several places along the
Way from streams that flow into
It. A trip to see all of the origins
Would be a wonderful experience.
I am happy though just to hear
The leaves, waves and birds.
There may be time for the rest later.
Stanski
September 21, 2024, ^
Steve Haarman 