Morning. From my vantage point, early sun highlights the tree trunks. Wild canaries' twitters overlays the pervasive song of the cicadas. A new day, what a gift! Breathe deeply, if you can, smile at someone you love, and if you're so inclined, write a poem about June and send it as a comment. Here are 2 of mine:
Winds whisper in the trees
Mockingbirds sing melodies
Life's sweetest strains are songs like these.
Leave the moguls their fame
And kings their powers
I'll be content
Tending my flowers.
Mockingbirds sing melodies
Life's sweetest strains are songs like these.
Leave the moguls their fame
And kings their powers
I'll be content
Tending my flowers.
