Seashores and Summer Skies

 

Seashores and summer skies

All seen by the poet’s eyes

Rose covered with dew

Such things as I like to share with you

Sun shining on praying hands

Unspoken words … a child understands

Greens are brown and blues are gray

Tomorrow has become yesterday

And the world continues to turn ‘round

As the musician’s note still sounds

We will all change and stay more the same

When it all ends we return from whence we came

And yet, there are seashores and summer skies

All seen by the poet’s eyes

And though the whole world may die

Things shared only by you and I