
A morning meal shared with tensions aside, temporarily.
Attracting attention, more gather with hopes of joining soon.
Three diners of different spirit, eat together in truce.

A morning meal shared with tensions aside, temporarily.
Attracting attention, more gather with hopes of joining soon.
Three diners of different spirit, eat together in truce.

A tall old pine tree offers you safety, shelter, and a home.
From the only home you know, you peer out into a new world.
There is so much to learn and do, it’s time to go exploring.

The cold grey sky and falling snow conceal the approaching Spring.
From your perch in the sky, you sense the changing season so near.
You smile inside, soon will be a time of rebirth of the world.

Returning to the places you once haunted some years ago.
Some things have changed while others have not, although you are not sure.
The memories are foggy and unclear, you could be dreaming.

Thought and memory sometimes confused, which of these two are you?
Thought perhaps, but then you could be a memory of a thought.
Whichever one you are: thought or memory, you are here now.