The condor

Press :   Listen to my song: 

I am embraced by the wind...
like a condor, I'm born free
high up in the mountains or 
low on the plains. I have no rules,
no barriers to stop my runs in the
sun to try and reach the sun...
my nights are free and undisturbed
so I rest my head covered by my
wings. My eyes are my friends 
they keep me alive at all times.
The moon is my companion while
the wind will bring me treasures
for my young ones.  Oh how I long 
those few drops of rain to bath
and cool my strong spirit.  I can 
jump over a pond or a stream for
food but only if my growling stomach
is heard.  Do not cower at my sound
between the mountains, cause I am
the condor of these mountains and
I will share them with you if you
show respect for me... 

Yesterday when I was young

Classics will never die,

we just put them in a trunk

and go find them when need

arise....

Seems the love I've known has always been

The most destructive kind
Guess that's why now I feel so old
Before my time.
Yesterday when I was young
The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue.
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game,
The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.
The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned
I always built to last on weak and shifting sand.
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of the day
And only now I see how the years ran away.
Yesterday when I was young
So many happy songs were waiting to be sung,
So many wild pleasures lay in store for me
And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see.
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out,
I never stopped to think what life was all about
And every conversation I can now recall
Concerns itself with me and nothing else at all.
Yesterday the moon was blue

And every crazy day brought something new to do.
I used my magic age as if it were a wand
And never saw the waste and emptiness beyond.
The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
And every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died.
The friends I made all seemed somehow to drift away
And only I am left on stage to end the play.
There are so many songs in me that won't be sung,
I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue.
The time has come for me to pay for
Yesterday when I was young...

Flower power

Is there a conclusion as to the healing power
of a flower...
Me, you and all of us during the brutal winter
months are like birds searching for nectar
for a ray of sunshine that seems illusive,
sure we can catch quite a bit of flakes,
frozen rain, at times even a frost or too (I hope it's
no one's case since frostbites are dangerous with
a lasting consequence).
So lucky those who either have a touch with house
flowers or who are close by to a botanical garden,
where one can spend hours looking, admiring,
sniffling the delicate fragrance of the winter flowers.
That's what I can flower power to recharge our mental
batteries and keep up going until spring comes along
and donates us flowers blooming in the nature for all
of us to finally enjoy for quite a while until we are forced
to go back to the inside category of flowers for solance
and peace of mind.