Morning.
Crow calls.
Listen longer.
Hear the songbirds.
It is you I dream of.
When will the last of the rains fall?
The birds,
they must build their nests,
sing their calls.
Things take time.
If we give peace,
we will have peace.
If we give love,
we will get love.
If we spread happiness...
Sometimes,
it is difficult.
To place one foot in front of the other,
and to remember:
No matter the destruction,
There will always be
someone, somewhere
who has planted flowers.
A selection from the poetry collection, Then Suddenly Sun
