I want to write a love song to the ibis and the peach,
The flying and the flightless, and juice dripped on a beach.
I want to whirl crazily in a white dress on the sand,
I want to lift a thousand words and let them trickle through my hand.
My love song’s for the many who don’t know the simple pink,
Of a sun drowning in the ocean with one last golden wink.
Or who never ate a juicy peach, juice dripping on their chin,
Or listened to beloved grey rain, dripping down on tin.
If they cannot feel it let them listen to my song,
Made of all the best parts of this place where we belong.
One Poem Every Day