six years ago today
we would bow our head to pray
to boldly go where no one has gone before
the scattering of the seeds
omit the beeze
look at the trees
below the mere notion of thoughts
day by day we dream big
light a flint enveloped to a flame
the wandering
the waiting
you know what thought actually thought
capture an image in your mind
the song bird of spring
filtering in
with sincere thoughts