We notice when the leaves change colors

and we dram of revolving kaleidoscopes

We watch as streams of cars flow by

and we recall days of rolling trolleys.

Let the clouds move their formations

and we see a zoo of parading animals

Let the frothy waves crash upon the beach

and we imagine throngs of immigrants arriving.

The soft rose petals die and hit the table

we recall days of grief for loved ones past

The rainbow arcs in the sky after rain

we watch as humanity's hope rises.

Lovely children running through flowers

and we visualize the future as lovely and energetic

Cats playing with mom's yarn

and we pretend that happiness abounds.

Lovers bundled against rain in a doorway

We see eternity in their sparkling eyes

A dark gray aging headstone in the shadows

we remember each promise to live alive.

For we are the observers of life and beauty

We are the saviors of imagination

We are the guardians that keep dreams alive and hope flowing

We are the keepers of the flame of love.

04.04.2004 Scribbler