haiku

The Wind in my hair
Scatters my thoughts, and feelings.
The Sun warms my face.

I seek the Essence
With everything I write.
This is my Heart-Song.

Gifting the water
Of Life to the plants I tend,
I was enlightened.

In this Day-and-Age,
Our Numbers are our Social.
Count to zero, please.

Depth abounds, with Time.
The moments we spend, sharing,
Adds to our Being.

Let us turn our eyes
To the things that most-matter.
I look to you, now.

For what does it mean
That a person believes what
Another does not?

If a person’s Thirst
Grows so strong that they call-out…
They find Family.

Great times were had there.
Oh! the experiences!
Memory; well-served.

I take my photos,
And convert them to haiku.
It only makes sense.