I think of you…

I think of you when I smell hot pavement

When I’m in my hammock all alone

Every time I make my bed

and every time I don’t

I miss you when it’s summer time

I hear you when I’m in the woods

The leaves announce the air’s direction

The sun’s signal is mixed, yet understood

This Sunday I am truly blessed

I always love it when it’s spring

All the sounds of life around me,

it’s my very favorite thing

A blue jays perched up on that log

Cries twice to let me know he’s there

I think he’s looking for a friend

but for me he doesn’t really care

What’s the point?

Why does it matter?

I’m not sure but birds sure are

Give and take and leave with nothing

I think of you, wherever you are.