Today I’m very happy, but that won’t really last.

Today reflects tomorrow... tomorrow shows the past.

It’s rare when all the dials, point to satisfaction,

hearing words you want to, from readers true reactions.

Creating my fulfillment towards writing my own goals.

Stacking parts of brilliance like wooden salad bowls.

Showing off my treasures, proud to post my words,

for the love of nature, or strictly for the birds.

Like painting present thoughts ... using rainbow hues,

while advertising posters touch all the buyers blues.

Mixings strokes of word tunes on the canvas of my dreams.

Finding readers smiles, is not all that it seems.