Where We Live

As the morning’s day

Begins to warm

A breeze stirs

It sets free

The coolness trapped

Under the shade of the trees

As the coolness of night

Begins to take hold

The evening air is filled 

With the rhythmic sounds

In the darkness of night

The stars

The moon

Illuminate the skies

In the light of day

The sun shines forth

For all to see

The beauty

Could this be home

Sphere

I am ever grateful

To that which has given life

To the one that started it all

To thee

I give thanks

In awe of the beauty

In all of the variety

Which can be called the spice of life

Round and round

Which the wheel keeps spinning

And so it goes

It has no beginning

Nor has an ending

Forever meeting

Round and round

We go

Spinning in a circle

In a spherical motion

Just going with the flow

There is a rainbow

And a perfect halo

With wings being optional

Ever sweet music always plays

To charge the soul

And stir emotions of expression

Ever causing movement

Always moving completing a cycle

In many different forms

Making such bedazzling sparks

Such a pretty light show

I love the glow

Of such wonders

Always leaves me feeling lost in all

Caught in this space

Which is everything

Knowing nothing could ever compete

Or duplicate nor replace

Living in this beautiful sphere

That we call home