Blending Sounds Tell Me

The car goes zoom up the road,
as a bird chirps music in the tree.

Together they blend in the air, sounds coming to me.

The house sits atop the mountain,
that once was solo in nature.

Together they blend, a different type of future.

The bear comes down, wondering where did it all go.

Together they that sit in the tree cut down, gives the bear a blow.

The sun shines for growth, and the water gives for life, yet

Together things are changing,
a secret sacrifice.

The wind blows from yesterday, down the mountains and across the sea,

Telling us a story of love, a story
on how we came to be.

Sounds blend in the air,
telling me, telling me,
yes, I care.


Smooth Stones of Thoughts

Thoughts are like the
smooth stones,
that run along the river.

Broken away from the
Earth’s bones,
that are gold and silver.

They collect and lay
under nooks and cracks,
weary are the deer,
wolf, and bear tracks.

For the Eagle knows
how alone you lay,
as you shimmer
in it’s eyes,

More precious together yet hard to realize.

(“the whole is greater than the sum of all it’s parts, (Aristotle)”)