Sheila Williams ~ Singing Cloud
Gentle thoughts surround with peace as I watch the children playing, in the water they so love they splash with free abandon, laughter rings out clear and sweet and brings me near to tears.
A time to work a time to play brings the perfect balance, remembering to lay aside the daily cares to hear what the children are saying, never take for granted another moment in time is assured us.
Yesterday it was I who played filled with so many questions, driving grandmother crazy with my why’s, when’s and where’s, happily believing every day would be the same forever.
Soft blue skies with popcorn clouds and the feathered folk circling over, squirrel chatters in the trees trying to make conversation, see they too take time to play chasing along the branches.
Summer heat sends waves of comfort, to these aching bones so glad to see the last of hard cold winter, the fruits and berries are growing fast with each gentle rainfall they burgeon.
Yipping dogs bounce and jump wanting some attention, the neighbor’s cat cleans her face with a slightly disdainful glance in their direction; both watch in fascination as the robins calmly are landing.
Blue Jay screaming dive bomber warns them all to stay clear of her places, Cardinals make a stately showing preening their glory in the blackberries, little wren fusses when any come near her.
Hiding below in the safety of the brambles the rabbit family wait with patience for sundown, black snake lays in gleaming beauty sharing my love of the warm days, of him even the dogs are respectful.
Oh, happy time that is mine filling my mind with peace, here the wind sings a song of love through the pines and Cedars, leafy shade of the oak and elm, and finally the Hawthorn is thriving.
Pecan and pomegranate, peach, apple, and cherry, pinecones gathered for the winters fires and the fruit trees heavy laden, slowly I survey my place in the world and thank my Creator.
No, it is not a perfect world and there is so much hurt given daily, hard, cold and often uncaring, far too many times we are faced with injustice, and so, we each need a place to find peace!
©Copyright June 22, 2008 by Sheila Williams ~ Singing Cloud