Your Lucky Stars
"Nothin' But The Chirpin' Of The Tree Frogs..."
As nature and calamity induce mystics and psychics, to try and spread good words of misplaced hope;
We look to the stars and chat over lattes - remembering the golden days when it was easier to cope.
It is SO special to have icy mornings well in our past;
Feeling that marvelous sunshine at my back will assist in making new memories ~ that could last....
Design and circumstance, at times, seem to drag us back into forms of sorrow;
A numerologist down the road implied we didn't have promising numbers - for tomorrow!
If possible why not take a nature walk down the lane;
The sunshine and nature sounds should make us real and content ~ and that is rather plain.
The death of Winter chills us all, to the heart;
Springtime usually supplies us with the opportunity for a new start!
Instead of gray mundanity - matched to unhappy words of woe;
I'll take the chirping of tree frogs telling me how they don't miss the snow!
When calamity and rain darken the day, once so bright;
Let's regard the meadowlark, so innocent in its' morning flight!
Hence our townsfolk all discuss the world returning to control;
We need to grasp it's a world full of life - so contemplate the chirping tree frog as part of the soul.