I listen to the lazy melody of the rustle of trees
Family memories I delight with in harmony
Why is one’s loves a question I cannot know?
Or when received without pleasure ignored?
When the sun lit raindrop prisms aglow
Dark clouds must also shadow the lands below
Life has vast ties of intangible connectedness
That strikes back to a spark, a starting source
Fragmented thoughts doubt the wisdom of this
But there is always a bond no matter how faint
A whimsical state between child and mother
In all time the moments builds on another
Cactus flowers and hummingbirds,
A wish on this day I bring
That songs of peace will play,
And pleasantries will ring.
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