Reply #66: Hate to toot my own horn...

[Paradoxical]

Green Waves

Lazily relaxing underneath the fan
The cool draft stumbles down to touch my skin
I feel open and bright like the spring desert

Sun rays streak in through my window and rest on the walls.
Illuminating my intrigue
Bathing me in joyous thought

Sounds of spring dance in from the neighbors
A cat calling for friendship
A John Deere sweeping over the crisp, green ocean of grass
Children dribbling their hopes and dreams at half court

Up above
An airplane glides through the light blue sky
It falls slowly back to earth
A piece of paper sifting through the air
Rocking back and forth until it makes it's destination

The atmosphere flows
A river washing through our lives
It picks up time and slowly carries it downstream