The rain is falling.
It dampens silent soil below.
The sun has been glowing.
It shines at night when I could not see it.
Winds blew from an unknown place.
They spread the aroma of dust.
Brown and green: colors of a plant.
Blue and yellow: colors of the sky.
Rainbow shades paint the animals.
My thoughts flow with the colors of the mind.
I try to paint all these visions in my heart.
Patterns form and endlessly change.
Many are common and familiar to most.
Some are rare and fleeting.
When I see any of them I am in awe.
My ears are full of the music of life.
Birds call outside my window.
I also listen to familiar songs in my home
My life is a complex pattern.
It is unique in depth and form.
Noble it is to shape ones pattern.
W. Wayne B.