My World's Song

My world is a simple song
With happy melody,
Jumping and jiving
To the beat of time.
With citizens who smile,
Dancing and swaying
To the beat
Of my world's song.

Each step is a note
Each word is a chord
Each one can be heard
All around the world
And all the people
Dance and sing
In perfect harmony
and synchronization.

The song is alive
And it plays on.

Blue Summer

Cloudy, 55 degrees.
Wind blowing
Trees with purple leaves.
Rain pouring
Upon jackets,
Tugged tight around cool bodies,
Searching for warmth,
Hanging on to hope,
Rushing through the streets
In-between drops,
Feeling the beat
Of the wind on their backs.
Run to doors
Of houses and havens.
Doors thrust closed
And locked up tight.
Eager eyes peer out
From behind closed curtains,
Weary from rain and wind,
Alive with hope
For a ray of sunshine.
Yet, their eyes look in vain
For it is the time of June
In sorrowful Wisconsin.