flowers falling down the hill

to the creek

where the fish eat

blue in the sky

the clouds blow by

rainless days

golden grass

piles of ants

clothes on the line

in the wind

smelling fine

salty coast on the breeze

birds in the sky

cries in the wind

sleeping puppies

alert ears

warm blankets

cold nights

today we don't cry

because we are winning in life

roof overhead

wood on the fire

curtains in the window

stone walls

crawling roses

pies in the oven

maids singing

cows mooing

and this is the end of that

that's all

why do we cry over what's gone and never was?

why do we long for what's not there all the time?

(because we loved it and them?)

there's so much good in life but our dreams are far

and some are too lazy to reach them

and for others all efforts are no matter