A new day dawns
in jungle speak – –
which sings to
the heart of my
serengeti dreams.

Windy greens
and tree soul beats,
drumming the
waves of
emerald weaves.

They tell me to
embrace possibility – –
the pages of blank
for what can and will be.
To release
rigidities,
timelines,
and histories,
which don’t serve
the growth of our
soul’s forest deep.

To take
each moment as it
crystalizes
and frees – –

And create the life
we hope will be.