I have a fascination with the stroke
the breath we take each moment that
brings us life itself to measure with our
emotions, feelings that move through us with
such fluidity we become water flowing over all
its blessings from the morning sun
to the evening shade and coming of stars in the
heavens to guide our way we reach like trees
to the shining sky to better ourselves to fulfill
time spent with space in mind of waiting in
line for our next best friend to reach out
their hand touching us so dearly we barely
understand the reasons we smile we hug
we love that a knowing is born with each new
borns cry to follow us though our life
remembrances of times well spent remember
those sugar plums they spoke of to dance