you ask; what is my inspiration?
it is the sky in the morning that is painted
a yellow gold by its friend el Sol and then,
the crimson delight before it takes rests and
then the calming peace when stars shine bright
and moon beams kiss the sea thus me.
it is the wild flower, it is the tree,
the breeze that blows upon my face,
the waft of the bell lily, the lilac,
the rose,
it is the symphony of voices coming
from
my feathered friends, the sound of
the
brook running down the mountain side.
it is the breath i last took, to
witness all this
