It Is What It Is

 

In winter it came so quiet and growing.

We gave it no notice nor heeded the warnings.

Under control, not worse than the flu,

We gave it no notice nor knew what to do.

In spring it was loud and so deadly serious. 

We laughed at the masks, our freedoms, we choose.

Such simple steps but oh how we mused,

We laughed at the masks, so many we will lose.

In summer we said it will go away, you fools,

Yet the echoes of death, so many are dying.

It held on firm, it continued to spread.

The echoes of death, it is what it is, was said.

With fall now upon us, debate it runs on.

We fools of the virus, remain to get stricken.

A leader is touched, like millions of others.

We fools of the virus, how many get taken.

Stay inspired my friends!

Clouds of Grey

Grey clouds swirling in random quiet,

Filling days with covered notions.

My mind it drifts with all their passing,

To places of so many emotions.

The sky will fill with gentle rain,

Like tears of joy or tears of pain,

The day continues mostly silent.

The Sun it sits above this blanketed sky.

It settles then onto the horizon,

Darkness falls, still stars are hidden.

And tears still fall on ground so sodden,

To wash and cleanse that which I feel.

The night continues mostly silent.

The day returns the rain has settled,

Upon the earth so dry now fertile.

It springs forth hope of new direction.

My mind is filled with eased conviction,

To watch the sky now cleared of grey.

Each day it passes, each one is new.

My life continues mostly silent.  

Stay inspired my friends!

Burning Fires

If the sky screamed colors of orange and red,

would we take notice.

If the winds grew hot and unrelenting,

would we take notice.

Nature's voice resonates its truth,

with years beyond our own.

If the forest crumbled into black ashes,

would we take notice.

If the birds soared with no branch to land upon,

would we take notice.

Earth so magnificent and wonderful, 

takes care alone in spite of us.

If we cried out from the smoke,

would we take notice.

If it all ended with nothing left,

would nature take notice.

Stay inspired my friends!

Taught Me

In a moment of wanting,

I turned to ask a question.

To ask the man who taught me so much,

A man who taught me so much.

 

No longer is he here to tell his truths,

To give me the turn of a tale.

But forever as my heart beats,

He will be the man who taught me so much.

-- Stay inspired my friends.