J. A. Napper

             

Rain, sleet, snow, or shine

Outside is love divine.

Trees beckon with arms outstretched

Precious memories on my mind are etched.

Muddy creeks cool my feet

Beating the summer’s pounding heat.

Crickets sing, chirp, and play

Why can’t the world be this way?

Ride a vine over a deep ravine

The hidden forest is now seen.

Wind blowing through my hair

This was when I had no care.

The sweet sound of a babbling brook

Reminds me of years forsook. 

Tap into the fountain of youth

And open your eyes to the truth.

A decayed forest is now in sight

Destroyed by political blight. 

Remember the sun’s beautiful rays

And keep good in you, always.