“The winner takes all.” she said. So, I listened with my head

“You must use the positive start.” So, I listened with my heart.

That’s all I needed to know, for the heart to win just so

The heart is the source of feeling, emotion from it revealing

If your heart is always used, it will lead you from being confused

When dealing with human life, free from worry, free from strife

It is the path that will work out, from this there is no doubt

It takes patience to learn, and is not something of concern

When thinking with your head, remember, it is the ego instead

It is certainly an art, that of thinking with the heart

The next time you need to know, close your eyes to think quite slow

The answer will come to you, as if quite out of the blue

Your heart will always deliver, and you will be a true believer

I wander along the path as it never ends

I find that people do not want to make amends

They would rather be biting and hateful and such

It doesn’t really matter who they hurt so much

They tell lies and stories to meet their needs

Their stories loaded with ideas to create disease

As they poison the minds of those that are near

No one checks the story or they would find fear

That someone could manipulate and so easily sway

Not one person will stop it or stand in the way

So, I wander the path as it never ends

Knowing that I will find gracious peace with my friends

Today is not the same as it was yesterday. Hm. Well, that isn’t anything new. I was watching the birds in the yard. Ok, I think they were talking to me. But, mostly, they were just being birds and, oh, I forgot to tell you that they are hummingbirds. Yes, they buzz around and are good for the pomegranates. I just love pomegranates. And, I really love hummingbirds.

Once, while sitting, I knew what I saw

A tiny hummingbird without any flaw

It changed direction and flew by my ear

I wanted to touch it and hold it near

Looking at the bird, I saw the shimmer

Its sparkling feathers were all about glimmer

As it moved, it hummed from which came its name

What a unique descriptor giving it fame

I’m delighted to say that we have not just one

Each morning I watch them as I sit in the sun

They hum and move and create such delight

I want them to stay close, within my sight

I want them to hum so my heart takes a jump

Then, one flies by me, the tiniest little chump

I hear it, I see it, I wish I could touch

I just really love the hummingbird so very much

There once was a chance to write a song

It was an easy decision, it didn’t take long

She didn’t know how so she pretended to write

It was easy for her because she knew how to type

Away went her fingers as her brain worked hard

Thinking her song would belong on a star card

The song was written and promised to be good

So, she looked around to see where she stood

She started to ask people who might buy

Her precious song, she breathed with a sigh

Suddenly, she realized her song was wronged

It was a poem for which no melody belonged

In the end, she hunts for the person with a tune

To match the poem that someone would croon

Now she sits and chuckles as she types her words

Maybe songwriting is just for the birds!