In simple minutes I was drawn to you,
a walk, a stroll – complimentary blue.
If told to find the cloud in this sweet sky,
One might imagine naysayers do cry.
Soak in an energy drives home our soul
Believe in the elegance in a summer whole.
I do dance in the steaming heat of victory,
to know that Grace offers my humanity.
Oh to wonder the how and why of a universal
atmosphere we could stand to embrace all
The neighbor lady down the street from her
speaks well around election time for sure.
She won’t question her on another day
but the news rather steered her views that way.
Seems the economics of the times call
for unity, with time, before we all fall
inside the cavern; unraveling hope,
the scourge limit our President’s true scope.
Where did our dignity decide to run
while we each day survive inside the sun.
Each one of us another part of life
then how could we all come upon this strife?
There’s a man out there whose ideals are real
Yet she’s convinced his hands are off the wheel.
When the sun rises on the morning wetlands
A sweet air of wheat and autumn grain
Reminds an observer of a distant memory
Whiling away in the mind of a quiet wanderer
If we could capsule those moments of pleasure
Might then the tenuous tides have a lesser impact?
Shall a life begin anew each day, caressing beauty
Rather than dwell in the sorrows of human frailty?
The world contains secrets dividing equal lives
Causing a strain sending the mind on curious roads
Searching and seething in symbolic mechanical flairs
Created within a spectrum of designed philosophy
Today someone spoke of a need to recognize valued outliers
While shelving normalcy’s preoccupation with abating mortality
A technique in artistry
Brings a moment to life
We see the beauty
In a master’s hands
Always a story
In Webster’s words
A comic moment
To break the tension
Ease the mind
And today I glance freely
The western sky
And recognize the beauty
Of a common sunset
The relief of another day
Provides a setting
Tonight I appreciate beauty
In human kindness