To the crickets on my ceiling, who sing when I’m asleep
I want to thank you for your song that you compose for me
Each night, I lie and hum along to your sweet symphony
And ponder through the things I’d do if I could live life free

I’d wander through an open field, I’d span and soak in seas
Taste slowly – every sip of rain, and climb like vines on trees
I’d bask in dampened sunlit sands while waves lap at my feet
And do whatever I would like, whenever I may please

Miracles are found
In the darkest night
And are bound to return
In the brightest light
You can feel them passing
Through your heart
A simple sign
God has played a part
The part of compassion and empathy
That give our spirits rest
To release our inmost feelings
Whether we understand or not
They turn into good deeds
Which pass through our hands
With the receipt of peace
As we humbly
Kneel at His feet!

Stone-cold, in the Earth, I will lie someday,
while the Moon and Stars and the Milky Way
will glow o’er the trees and the White Snowdrop,
and the Wild West Wind and the World won’t stop.

Bleached white, all my bones, in the grave they’ll lay,
while the sand on the shore and the ocean’s spray
will whisper and sigh in a salt sea shell,
a secret they'll share; to the trees they’ll tell:

Apples
Fall down
From the tree
Gathered up by hand
Cleaned before we eat
Cut into small pieces
Placed into a fluted pan
Baked with delight in a formed crust
Set on the table to be eaten
Always remembered as a homemade treat