I sit under Arizona blue sky
Desert winds sing and wild birds fly
Ground squirrel scurrying about gathering food
Bringing to me a peaceful mood
Gazing out at a shimmering blue lake
Nothing plastic and nothing fake
Mother quail guiding babies wee and soft
Papa quail guards on fence aloft
Mockingbird trilling his multi-note song
I can't think of a world gone wrong
Finches singing as they perch in the tree
Much to enjoy so much to see
Lizards lazing upon a sun warmed stone
It isn't long that time has flown
I can't feel worried nor can I be blue
Problems of life here are quite few
I sit under Arizona blue sky
Desert winds sing and wild birds fly
Ground squirrel scurrying about gathering food
Bringing to me a peaceful mood
By Sharon (Sunyskys1943@aol.com)