Some mornings I sit in the sun
on a rock by my house
No brothers or sisters;
it’s quiet as a mouse
I sink my feet in the smooth sun-warmed sand
Holding rocks and little sticks
and tin cans in my hands
The big rock by my house looks to me like a mountain
The creekbeds nearby are crystal clear; it’s my small water fountain
The air is fresh, and I inhale deeply
I’m filled with contentment completely
The treasures in life don’t cost a penny
I take the nature in the scenes are many
The butterflies in the sky darting here and there
Birds and squirrels adding voices
working with no cares
The memory of my childhood ways
Always takes me back to brighter days
In my mind, this scene is timeless
I didn’t know at the age of ten, my
life was priceless
It takes the years and pain to know
How the simple things in life
are the real show
