I'm Willing (How Able?)...

After all these years
     the morning calls to me still
as i listen to the songbirds,
     the chirping and the trilling,
for if you are willing to listen
     the world is not only alive with sound,
it sparkles and glistens
     and if you walk hurried along
you won't even notice what you're missing;
     the rainbow in a dew drop, the robin's song...

Somehow,
     morning is where i belong;
in a secluded dale,
     where the deer trails cross
not the Concrete Forest
     where so many have become lost...
If the Cost of Your Freedom
     is too high a price to pay
then you have no right to complain
     about how things don't go your way
for when you see and have no say
     when you think, "tomorrow" and not "today"
so many simple, good things can quickly slip away
     into the Shadows,
so many good souls lose their way
     with that simple phrase,
"it doesn't matter"
     when it does,
and there's the sad laugh
     at the obvious gaff;
forest for the trees...
          08-02-10