To Be Good

So were minds that went
to be Good
Spot on, on the right path

So were minds that did not care
So were minds that slept
So were minds that over-ate
So were minds that loved to hate

Sands and Gold

Your world, made of gold
To my eyes, perched on your heart
Squealing chirps, you read as a song
Upon every corner, you hold as a branch
As I come, as I go, with wings uncertain
You hold this freedom, you give
By a home, warm as a nest

Good deed for the day

 

My good deed for the day is done
And with it I am pleased
Saved a squirrel from a cat
Just as it pounced and seized

Green

 

‘Neath years of hacked back overgrowth
The border stolen from our view
Is now transformed as nature
Covers it with grass anew

One Good Thing, Once a Day

A world of sticky morass

Multiple shaded choices

Never ending demands

Inordinate dark feelings

An urge for white peace

Multi-tasking under stress

Unable to take the first step

Too much woolly information