Morning birds singing joyfully in the trees,
beneath the vast endless sky of velvet blue,
without a care, only themselves to please,
each and every day, always starts brand new.
Squirrels scamming upon the cold ground,
tending to all their needs and daily chores,
gathering up seeds and nuts from all around,
wide open spaces, where there are no doors.
Rabbits munching down on the green grass,
timid and afraid, constantly looking about,
knowing the peace and harmony won’t last,
danger comes in the silence without a shout.
Deer grazing in the soft meadows and fields,
possessing a wild essence beyond compare,
out in the open without a protective shield,
not even worrying if their life will be spared.
Creatures of nature going about their day,
living their lives as it was intended to be,
taking and giving in their own special way,
without hurting mother nature, or you, or me.
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
The deep-dive literary meditations presented as stories, poems, and essays in The American Poet Who Went Home Again, A Mosaic of My Soul at Work, have captivated and inspired readers ever since its first paperback publication in 2008.
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
Chanti
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, one who appreciates the value of its beauty.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)