Trampled by memory

Indeed I know the grass is green

Too I know it shivers when wind is mean;

Bees, wasps, ladybugs,

Acres and lots

Also I know what they do

For this I miss

What rush we feel

When nature gives us our first kiss.

Memory serves,

Oh and how chaos waves goodbye

But shy now is inspiration

In thought,

Mature is a great present

Alas cry I do at the portal of beauty;

The door to God’s symmetry

My life now is trampled by memory