Once she was a little, yes, a tiny bit was she 
Living out in rural, land as far as the eye could see 
She had sisters and a brother, they played they were so free 
Sometimes they would stop, to sing a song or two or three

There was nothing quite like it, the birds they sang so loud 
Look up to see blue sky, clear blue without a cloud 
Even as a little, her heart could make her proud 
Proud of heartfelt ideas, she kept within a shroud

As time passed and she grew, the shroud became a book 
She wrote of things, delightful things, never a second look 
The things she wrote from her heart, a heart so like a cook 
Ingredients blend creating a wish, fostering an attentive hook

The sun goes down, she begins to fade, she smiles at the plot 
Did she really write it or was it just a thought? 
Has the time that passes all, a dream of something naught? 
Or is it brilliant existence, that which all have sought

Whatever the show that plays it out, she chooses to participate 
Not a game for light of heart, neither for those who hate 
For as she seeks the light so clear, she knows she takes the bait 
She makes her way, book in hand, to open the pearly gate

I sit upon a tree perch, a place to spy and view 
I see the life that sits below, but they are without a clue 
My thoughts run wild as I can see so clear the distant scene 
Below me they will never know, what they miss is what I mean

I think they just don’t realize how wicked some people are 
These people sell you an engine and forget to include the car 
What I see from up above, my perch the perfect place 
I see the beauty of mother earth, her beauty is filled with grace 

The reality is and will always be, earth only puts up for a time 
Then it’s like a mass cleansing washing away all of the grime 
But let’s be clear as here I sit I know the heart is strong 
The connection between all of us, energy that is not wrong 

For in our hearts we know what’s best it rises like a star 
Go and seek the inner peace as it just can’t be that far 
Too soon we realize the life we have is quick 
The choice becomes happy or sad, your power is in the pick 

So off I fly to my next spot, again to spy and view 
This time I will check upon you so we can both review 
If you have made good choices, happiness filling your heart 
Or if you need to rework life’s lessons from the start