Till half asleep I bask
under cerulean skies and sunshine
in the middle of the meadow
where the gentle winds roam
counting clouds
like they were sheep
slowly drifting toward a world of dreams
while listening to the peaceful swooshing
of free winds across the soft grass

There have been times in my life

Where I have been selfish, cruel

Wandered my own path

Heedlessly needlessly

Burning bridges

Now I am older

Slightly wiser

I choose to gather friends

Not enemies

Think of others

Sometimes before myself

Because honestly

I have found

Altruism is good for the soul

To give of oneself for no return

Or quid pro quo

Ultimately I've found

You reap what you sow.