Today I sit outside on my back porch and write. It is a beautiful sunny day. The birds chirp in trees and water drips slowly on the porch. I think summer is on it's way. Currently I'm thinking about a song I should write. I sit on my porch waiting for the sun to come by. I can see the way birds fly to and fro. The world spins and watch the way we live our lives. why to do we do the things that we do. learn to live with less. Cars roll by on the street go someplace they will meet. Music writes this song. We think we're in trouble, You can feel the sun feel the sun on y0ur own. YOu know the way  you know the way to the shore. And the water drips. smoke trails don't they tell you something. Were all about happiness. It's what we do.