Gliding wings feed on its generous bounty
Sustaining life to feet foraging the muddy banks
Memories of dreams and playful hearts lay dormant under a blanket of ivy.
Renewing a consciousness deafened by din
Sounds of a whippoorwill song on a warm spring or summer night is so comforting and peaceful to me
Delicately touching its splendor to bathe in reflective pearls of quenching dew
yearning to keep a warm feeling
or calm an electric tremble
Every storm passes is old wisdom that stands relevant for every generation.