The Setting
A home nestled,
 among trees.
Windows spaced,
 throughout.
Sunrise exploding,
 across the valley.
Sunset escaping,
 behind the ridge.
Distant sound,
 of cargo trains.
A songbird to,
 greet the morning,
 and challenge a,
 whistle.
Meandering cows,
 tipping their heads,
 for a blade of grass,
 and a moo,
 to onlookers.
Spring awakening,
 with splashes,
 of color.
Woodpeckers,
 hammering away.
My world,
 quiet,calm,
 thoughtful,
 inspiring.

      To Share
As days inch longer,
Sun-shines warmth,
Seeps through every crevice.
As the ground awaits,
The hands of growth,
The birth of seeds.
Beware the birds,
For they know,
Extra pickings,
For their nose.
As blooms sprout,
Arrays of color,
Wings of joy,
Dot the fields.
For the ones,
With no flight,
The earth aligns,
With edible treats.
They gobble away,
Till fences erect,
Hold their pace.
For now they learn,
Sharing is born.

      To Share
As days inch longer,
Sun-shines warmth,
Seeps through every crevice.
As the ground awaits,
The hands of growth,
The birth of seeds.
Beware the birds,
For they know,
Extra pickings,
For their nose.
As blooms sprout,
Arrays of color,
Wings of joy,
Dot the fields.
For the ones,
With no flight,
The earth aligns,
With edible treats.
They gobble away,
Till fences erect,
Hold their pace.
For now they learn,
Sharing is born.