The Simple Voice

The sound of children

At play, both chaotic and

Sweet.  Don’t you think?

Just one look at what?

The weather?  The lack there of?

I just do not know…

A sense of excitement
runs through my veins

It is “Home”
that I return

For the last time
once more

The cup runneth O-

Ver the hills and through the woods

Flowing out freely

The rain reminds me

Of days long past from childhood

Smiles + tears = memories

New moon, the legend

You are to become is but

A cycle away

The believer once

Asked: Dear Sun, Are you God?

The reply – just rays

The end of summer

Is not so much of an end

But new beginning

The sun rises each

Morning… It touches my face

And Your smile?  My heart…

The smell of rain brings

An onslaught of memories

Throughout my being