May, the wild flowersGrow in abundance alongOur pathway of life
The rich stone fruit brewEnvelopes the cold morningsBest on the weekends
Crows feet and fine linesOften found exaggeratingTime, we can’t unwind
I have grown accustomedto the protective cottontossed and discarded …and I hope we can be disciplined a little longer. We’re almost there.
I took a Chance homeFound myself Inspired that nightIn my own delight
Sunshine and fresh airVibrant flowers everywhereDissipating cares
I just want to live With the birds of paradise The weather’s so nice
Some good intentionsFail to yield equity inThe eye of a storm