Happiness 10-9
what the wild parrots saw
what the wild parrots saw
dawn finds you resting after the storm
turning over a new leaf
only bringing what you need
bringing plenty of grapes.
the sound of a flag flapping
the gladness of being home
being clear about it all
returning to the secret place where you can be anything your heart desires
going close to see what was under that Japanese maple
going to see the wise being in the rock.
talking with thousands of sparkles
rising to the occasion
making a wish that matters
always making enough time
curled around life
experiencing the joy of yellow
not too soft, not too hard, not too big, not too small…
always surrounded by friends
memories etched in black on gold
climbing… wending … blasting … or going inward.
amazed by the sky at your feet.