This can be a season for singing.
You might feel like swaying and swinging.
Might be still as stone.,
On-key or off-tone,
Your heart fills with joy with the ringing.
The tasks that I do are selective.
I’m choosing this as my perspective…
Be Patient and Kind.
So often I find
It’s my most important objective.
Your growing years planted resistance,
To asking for any assistance.
But now that you know,
HELP eases life’s flow,
Let Help in. Enhance your existence!
When you’re down and you’re feeling sickly,
You ache and emotions are “prickly.”
You know you’ll get well,
Then you will feel swell.
You just hope it will happen quickly!
While being a food celebration,
Thanksgiving can have variation.
Without skipping pie,
I realize I,
Can live a Connect designation.
I hope I’m promoting a good time,
That creates a memory sublime.
With visit that flows,
Who knows where it goes?
Most likely connection that is prime.
Some years I’ve abstained from connecting.
Thought it a chore, not respecting,
The mutual gain,
Connecting makes plain.
I know now this calls for correcting.
The season has come to see tree-bones
Leaves fall and are gone without tree-groans.
We never have heard
It’s being deferred.
The cycle takes place in all tree-zones.
Surrounded with hard expectation,
A season can prompt abdication.
What if you name one,
As THE time of Fun?
Adopt it as your variation.
Regardless of which way you’re going,
The wind’s Very Real in its blowing.
It moves you ahead,
Or stalls you instead.
Your trip’s very Hard or it’s Flowing.
I’m out for a wonderful-ride day,
A beautiful pedal-and-glide day.
It really is swell
When all’s going well.
A happiness-potion applied-day.
You sit on your bike on your bottom
Viewing surroundings of autumn.
Some changes in sight,
With colors, though slight.
You’re happy your viewing has caught ‘em!