Thanks for skies
Immeasurably blue,
Clouds drifting softly
With nothing to do,
Rivers flow
Always free,
A quiet hymn
Called: Simply BE.
The sparrow doesn't
Sing tomorrow,
Needs no plans
Or borrowed sorrow.
The song is now
Wings are here
Let blessed joy
Sing pure and clear.
So sketch your plans
Upon the shore;
Where waves erase them
In perfect candor.
Walk barefoot
Where this earth is kind,
Tonic for the busy mind.
A breath, a laugh,
The sky so wide
These gifts await
When worries subside.
Cloudia Charters