California fires stretching across thousands
Of acres with trees and brush waiting to
Feed this monster’s appetite.
Great walls of flames devouring
The ready food of timber.
Flames and smoke rising higher into the sky,
But the ongoing march of this giant of fire
Still taking with it hundreds of homes
And other buildings.
Many evacuations and those people
Have no choice but to escape
The persistent oncoming wall of flames.
It will take many years to recover the land
And the normal lives of those who lost everything.
However, the day will come when nature will
Take over and the beauty that was once
There will again be glorious in its new life.
I feel young as the first fresh
it gently covers my face.
I feel young as I dance to old and
New rhythms and the beat of the
Drums still thrills me as it did long ago.
I feel young when I join the crowds
In stores brightly shining with beautiful
Lights and decorations at Christmas.
I feel young when I hear the music of
Christmas as old memories flood my mind.
Yes. I am growing older but the beauty
Of those memories bring a warm and
Happy peacefulness that I will always
Sleeping soundly without a care,
When suddenly I heard a step on the stair
I arose from my bed and tried to be quiet
I was terribly afraid but thought I should try it
To find out what could be that woke me from sleep
So into the hall I did manage to creep
I looked all around but nothing I found.
Suddenly there was music from downstairs,
It sounded like a piano and again I was scared.
I decided I had better take a look and what did I see
But a big old cat running up and down the keys
A window was left open and that’s how he got in
That’s why I heard that terrible din.
So if night sounds disturb you, just think of this.
Those sounds can be funny with such a strange twist!
There is eerie silence surrounding you.
The sun has a hazy veil hiding its brightness
And the clouds are drifting in lazy patterns
Through the sky.
Suddenly, there is a very strong wind bringing
With it a quick change in temperature.
No longer do we feel the healing and warming
Sun over our bodies.
A few snowflakes are swiftly falling and twirling
In their own dance of winter’s call.
The time has come for “Summer’s End.”