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The girl in a sparkling dress held the sticks and beat the drums I heard she missed some cues but the rhythm was good Her little fingers pressed the keys of the grand piano Out hearts sang along I heard the voices of our youth Sing different tunes They beat the drums strum the guitar play the piano As children play their music The lights in the room were dancing too

afternoon tea time Afternoon tea on a rainy day warm rose and earl grey, clotted cream and scones Shepherd's pie with green peas on the side, sandwiches and cakes bring a smile to gentlemen, ladies and a child. We channel our inner Jane from time to time and remember the works of a Lady who was ahead of her time. I look at the window I cannot ignore the Greenwich and Jane street signs

replica of Friends apartment at the New York Friends exhibit I love rooms with stories to tell When i arrived in the city, my first apartment was tiny. It was a studio bedroom in a landmarked building I painted the living room green, the kitchen yellow and bathroom purple. Across it was a park named after a founding father, governor and supreme court judge. It had a public pool and a playground with a river next to it. It was a tiny studio for the wide eyed, hopeful and young

There was a little child who was inspired by art, books, science and nature. He painted, taught, travelled, collected, fought and innovated. He was an environmental advocate who expressed his love for nature through butterfly conservation. While most people ignore, step on or throw the wings of broken dead butterflies on the ground, a little child collected them. Like other artists before him, he initially used water color and oil to paint. He grew up and did what no one

Where do the words come from? It came from nothing, nowhere and no one other the wind and the sun During long walks in near and foreign lands Words flow freely like tears In odd spaces and places The time dictates when it comes The land , sea and sky are still But there are creatures Who can feel When the ground below vibrates They hear the sounds that reverberates

First there is denial Then anger comes Then they try to bargain for what they can Sadness sets deep within the 5th element on the table is a B the 2nd letter to the alphabet The key element was acceptance When there is none, death comes But in the universe, nothing is gone All the colors of the spectrum merges into one For the catalyst to life is death Fired by flames of love and hate

Purple leaves Georgia O'Keefe 1922 photo credit: https://access-ok.okeeffemuseum.org/object/8474/ I see leaves not just in forest, mountain or garden I see them on top of columns of ancient architecture during my travels In art, I see them painted The veins magnified and highlighted In Georgia O'Keefe's Autumn leaves or as backdrop of her favorite flowers I see them on walls like the banana leaves in hotels, stores and restaurants I visited making boring walls intriguing I se

I hear the voices of the old like they are fresh and new I hear the voices of the young like they are wise and old I see fingers strumming on keyboards and strings I see the sticks beat to the rhythm It was dark and though it felt like the sky is falling I see little rays of sunshine peak through the leaves The tree branches sway with the rhythm of the wind Though the flowers on the trees appear to have fallen The new buds are blooming The birds are calling The grass is the

Rain or Shine , blue bells look divine Rose buds of May will soon bloom Spring is here Rain fed the seeds That were hidden There is hope the someday, the plants the mothers planted Will bear fruits That nourish not just the mind and body but also the spirit. Happy mother's day!

photo credit: Life on Earth documentary 1979 https://youtu.be/-o-9h_hGpn8?si=8-9YjXRmWzD-_yS4 I hear birds chirping I see blue bells, green grass, pink tulips and peonies I walk through the forest I hear the footsteps of those before me I watch a little girl, cry, scream, beg and plea I hear children counting to 100 I hear songs of rhymes that make me move like the animals in the wild Someone turned 100 today Whose gifts of experience are the world's treasures He shared with