little people

little people- little thoughts- little waves and little pots.  hoping the madness in my mind will silence itself today without clouding my sunny skies to gray- sweet smells and sweet tales of longing days to come- memories of beautiful passed me by to settle down in the bottom of a rye and coke. sitting calmly among the oaks i realize how nature is anything but still here- the squirrels bark and chase each other- the acorns crack and pop as they fall from their tree top roosts and the leaf rain is like crumpled paper falling through the sky.  like wishing on a star i'm seeing the sky through the canopy of leaves and wishing on the blue above- wishing for the make-believe world i fantasize about to become my reality.  sometimes i'm so close- with our thoughts we make the world- and then my thoughts go haywire and i'm feeding a raging fire- haven't we been here before- on this train rambling through the country side blowing smoke and making noise while barreling down the tracks...