By Poet: "Sometimes there are No words, just feelings that talk very loud."
My eyes only want to see beauty,
a bright sun coming over the meadow.
My ears need to hear a sweet song,
chippering birds with their little hearts.
My taste buds always like to tingle,
to the sweet words from you to me.
My feelings take flight around the world,
upon the wings of loving angels.
My heart will always bubble feelings of love,
love from simple beauty in life.
A chipmunk chases another,
who somehow vice-versas the first,
One chipmunk pops out of a hole,
and hops across the lawn,
and stops upon the wall,
and rests upon its haunches,
to chew up a maple seed,
One jumps up a rohodendron’s wiry arms,
and scrambles to get lost among the leaves,
Piercing with a peep somewhere deeper in the woods,
Does The Tall look down at a fighting-to-rat-race us like it's cute little chippering play?
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