Golden light at daybreak,

Lone Eagle dances across the water,

Mates perch ready,

Breakfast is served,

Dawn breaks early,

Yet the Sun will not rise,

Like a Kentucky Holler,

In the Blue desert,

Crisp dry air,

And trees,

And warm wind from the south,

A burning Sun cools as well,

Take things as they present themselves,

Cool water,

Still the grass grows,

Still the Morning comes,

With tranquility,

A calm,

A Sense of purpose,

Live now, with purpose,

Like every day is your last,

It may be,

Fare Well,

Forget not,

The things we see,

And find peace,

Know that I am a storyteller, no more, and I leave my prose scattered for all to peruse, to take, or leave, as you see fit.

R