Early morning,
cool and breezy,
the noisy world
still asleep.
"Wissssh!"
Say the trees
in the breeze.
"Wissssh!"
So I do.
But a wish has
no more substance,
and much less power,
than the wind.
A wish is only a prayer
written in the air --
the sound of
the wind in the trees.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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