Hummingbirds harmonise with the rain
Toucans toast to the sweet refrain
Butterflies caress a young fawn's ear
The dawn of a new era is finally here

Through forest ferns, a stream is found
Where nature's treasures splash around
Cascading falls, splendid in sight
Watch over the landscape in delight

A gentle trickle from afar
A modest reminder of who we are
Sets us on a journey; ignites belief
Promises old wounds will find relief

I've never been a high achiever,
A drinker of champagne.
I was the disappointing daughter,
Always with far too much to say.

I never strived for a better a life,
To compete with me, was never known.
No goals or sunny dreams,
It was always safer here at home.

I don't want to do one better,
Going places, always on the phone.
I'm not your all out go getter,
I just want to be here on my own.

She was always a strict woman but kind
Respectful and helpful in many ways
Her faith has been exact and well-defined
Old fashioned but still flexible these days

She is the matriarch of my family
Raising each and every one of us right
Instructing us to behave tactfully
And then to say our prayers every night

Now at ninety-six her voice is gentle
As the fog of dementia clouds her mind
But the lucid states are instrumental
Showing us a strength that never resigned

Before the onset of morning rush hour
while the beasts of burden
and engineers of civilization still slumber
in their respective man/woman caves
analogous to a hushed puppy,
whose faux pas
(four paws) involuntarily twitch
dreaming of jump/kick starting
another round of catch
with their master
or gamely frolicking
with no bone to pick
atavistically running
against the wind with the pack.

Look !
It’s a new day,
and happiness is spilling across the world
like sunlight breaking through a stubborn night.
No point digging through the ruins of yesterday,
no point letting old ghosts
rent space in your chest.

But there you are, sitting still,
curled into the echo of what once was,
as if the past deserves
that much power over your present breath.

Yeah…
come here, baby.

The room doesn’t glow—it leans toward your grace,
as if the walls themselves remember your light.
My heartbeat shifts, trying to draw near your space,
’cause God shaped you slow… carved your spirit just right.

Only you—
yeah, you’re the occasion, girl.
Only you—
my night’s soft celebration.
Only you—
my morning’s lift in a rising swirl.
I’m grateful you stayed—my quiet foundation.