To Catch a Star Falling

3-28-2011 Of What I Could See-To catch a last falling star Of What I See -Whispering into the quiet calm,A distant breeze has brought forth, The coming of the Spring,My eyes they open like an open hand to a fresh flower, My nose smells a sweet nectar,The spring is upon us, The Sun is among the shadows of a strong mountain’s top dancing in the distance, My ears can hear a faint laughter as the winds flutters through the canyon, The voice of Mother Nature calling my name,The light of day fades as I am still sitting-not moving an inch, A crescent moon reminds me of you,smiling without a word, Retiring to the night,My sleep is my wonder-my dreams of the thunder, I awake to a near dawn as I catch the last star falling, I give back more than anything I may have taken, once more.