Haiku My Heart ~ California
your golden rolling hills are
a prayer to the world
There are many who are suffering,
those of us in the middle of natural and man-made disasters
and those of you who are witnessing it all.
I am hearing stories
of greed and ill-will and taking advantage of others.
But I can count those on my fingers.
All the good stories? The miracles? The love and kindness?
I can't even begin to count, they are so many.
For the love keeps rising,
more than the smoke that lingers here still.
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