The Eagle’s Eye

How envious am I, the eagle flies
Over the vast soft greenery
Tree branches supported pillows
The valley divided, by a cool running vain

Rocky walls higher up to the spires
A majestic ram standing his stay
Mule deer grazes on tender fields
Smaller wing masters prowling their prey

An ever-changing subtle way of life
As to a rhythm of a symphony’s sonata
On the warm sweeping winds

Pleasure

Joy comes to those who reach for their dreams
Some struggles with their perils
For others an illusion
Those are what seems

Simple pleasures are all that is nature
Some never see
Sound of a welcome rain
A well place dream catcher

Sands of a retreating tide
Walking on an ocean shore
Our spirits wander to a distant island
You by my side