In this economy, mistrust, and
worldly burdens, creating sadness
and sorrow for all, when the tears won’t flow
I find solace.
Seeing into the savanna
envisioning the rosy protection
of the lost lamb, while strongly
eschewing from the cowardly
roar after their prey,
I find solace.
Noticing that true beauty stems
from gracious sounds from
accomplished artists and novices alike,
I find solace.
While possibility remains in
padded filters blocking
amplified flightline noise,
I find solace.
Observing negativity amongst
the few villainous, acknowledging they
only contribute to their own mental strife
I admit it,
I find solace.