In the early morn/
I kick off my shoes, connect,/
and come back to Earth.
Or
In the dewed grass of/
the morning, I kick off my/
shoes and reconnect.
In the early morn/
I kick off my shoes, connect,/
and come back to Earth.
Or
In the dewed grass of/
the morning, I kick off my/
shoes and reconnect.
Mists shroud fields and trees.
Owl’s hoot. T’was thus before death
marched across this land.
Birds warble as the/
sun’s beams lick tops of tall trees./
I cool into dawn.
What is wrong with me?/
I let monetary fear/
take away my joy.
OR
I let momentary fear/
destroy my life’s joy.
When you learn that you’re/
a heroic success it/
changes your life’s view.
Listen to this noise!/
A cacophony of sound/
heard only at home.
OR
Listen to this noise!/
Nature’s cacophony heard/
only at my home.
Am I depressed? Bored?/
Or just not knowing what I’m/
doing while I wait?
Is it that I am /
falling apart? Or that I’m/
fin’lly getting fixed?
I have to catch up/
with my postings. Twenty? That’s/
too much. I’m behind.