It tickles my bones
and pickles my tones
to hear dogs bark
is to hear bogs dark.
When I was younger hopes and dreams came into view, soon to vanish with the setting of the sun only to replay a surreal fantasy the next day.
Exuberance of youth unbridled hopes and shackled dreams, desires of flesh chased each day.
'In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.'
Perfection with beauty a world he did create for humanity to appreciate; a place of no vexation of soul that was his mold.
But then that which was perfect went another direction because of indiscretion there exists aggression from the watchers that calls for insurrection of God's perfect creation.
Where has our priorities gone awry?
To what end will they display?
How far is far it matters not to those out of the light.
Wasted years secretly hidden in tears rooted out by eternity fear.
The Evergreen, Maple, and Oak trees show their beauty of greenery; offering shade for poetic inspiration if you walk through the open door.
The sound of various birds distinct and clear singing songs to be heard through the open door.
A gentle breeze plays a tune through the leaves of the trees put one's soul at ease for worthy meditation when you walk through the open door.