A Piece of Sky

The window led to a piece of sky
Who told the child the story
of how it came to be

In return,
The child shyly explained
How he came to be aware of the sky

Nature Diary #2

5.29.2011

Everything Heals

         
Today-as if my encounter yesterday was just a dream-the birds are singing again. I was reminded of the nest that was in my yard. I know that there is an egg in there and the mother occasionally comes to sit in it. I'll record it when the egg hatches.

    But don't worry, I know not to mess around with the nest.


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Hope has Chosen Well

Hope is our melody that only a few can sing
She likes to hide then reveal herself,
Hence we do not misuse her.

She finds a singer out of the few
He rejects: "Hope won't help us now"
But Hope is never lost.

She finds another and is welcomed
By a song she knows is hers,
It reminds us of The Mindly Home.

Others join the singer
Others join Hope and link their voices
Hope Rings 'round our world

And Hope has chosen well ... ...

Nature Diary #1

5.28.2011                          

The Way It Was, and The Way It Is

     Today I saw something that I  will never forget.  I hope that most of you out there won't be snickering when you read this but thinking about the title:

         In my yard, a bird sat there, not noticed by anything but the flies.  Soon my father found him and saw that it had been in a fight.  All the feathers on his head had been plucked out and all what was left was a red rotting head and two sullen eyes.  He was Alive, Breathing, And in pain.  But what struck me most was that he was only a baby bird.

         My father said that he most likely was in a nest or tree and fell out.  Then another bird must have mulled him.

         Occasionally, a fly would crawl up the still body and onto the head to lay maggot eggs on the rotten scalp.  As soon as the fly made contact with the exposed skin, the baby bird would shake it off.

          If this wasn't enough, I saw an older bird land onto the ground next to it.  The elder noticed the baby and nudged it.  Then she hopped a few yards away.  A moment later, she came back and stayed there for a while.  It struck me that this might be the babe's mother.  But after a long stay, she flew away. 

          Then, If That Was Not Enough, I heard a call from an anonymous bird.  The injured bird peeped in reply and started hopping into our neighbor's yard. He kept hopping and calling back.  Unfortunately he was going away from the sound.


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Staircase

Sometimes people like to see
The old metal staircase
It reminds them how to be
Strong

But sometimes when they seek
Those winding steps
They know how weak
We all really are

Lassel Village

On Sunday I went to Lassel Village, a home for the elderly with many others, to play violin.  We played Rachmaninoff's Vocalise, Vivaldi concerto for four violins, and all of the Vivaldi four seasons as an orchestra.    Our orchestra only had 8 violins, 2 violas, 2 cellos, and one bass, but we played really well.  I think the audience liked it a lot but the program was so long that I bet that many people got tired during the concert.

 I was the 3rd violin for Concerto for Four Violins.  It was very fun to play that piece.  After we were done I wanted to play it all over again.  I also think the rest of the soloists did really well, especially the season Summer's since the Summer has a pretty hard solo part.  And playing with a whole orchestra is pretty scary.

Prior to that, I played in a piano quartet. We played Mozart Piano Quartet in g minor.

I think that it was nice to go to Lassel and play. I hope I have the experience again.

Breeze

As the yellow warbler chirps softly
In the cool morning air

As the light wind blows gently
between the trees

As the airy day fades pass slowly
with the sun

We don't mind what awaits us
Just what is Here

Picture

Along the seam of the precipice
Awaiting us with its ocean-like
grass
and sky
Raving with glory, blue with debt.

Sits a crow
Eyes as deep as eternity itself
and an old tree
Gnarled from knowledge but
happy

They all smile:
O' tree, crow, cliff, and sky
It seems as if
They all like the company

Beyond That Rusted Gate

The fence was rusted far beyond
What you would imagine
Beyond it lays a vast amount
Of barren wasted thoughts

On the wasteland surpassing
That rusted gate
I threw away my ugly thoughts
That did no good to me

They were bright at first
In the dusty air
They seemed to like The Place
But slowly faded away

I felt different
Without my thoughts
In the cool
Bone-chilling air