As float fair cirrus in the evening sky,
In harmony with jovial gliding gulls,
So moments of kind thoughts respite supply,
The end of day fatigue with calm annuls;
Too little do we hear the voice within,
Or heed what Mother Nature shows without,
Preoccupied with life’s perpetual din
Until neglected soul is spent by drought;
Then, driven by the spirit to survive,
Priorities, alas, must re-allign,
Lest suffering forever we contrive,
Constructive life to dustbin we consign;
Embrace the timely caution proffered here,
Adorn the precious soul with tender care!
©Meanderings 2016
Autumn Ambles 