Sometimes when I want to reflect
and ponder about life,
I walk along the woodland trail
that runs behind my home.
I raise my face and feel
the sprinkles of the sun
streaming through the trees
and I listen.
I listen for the heartbeats
that surround me.
The heartbeats of today,
yesterday, the day before,
even years past.
I feel the rhythm of hearts beating,
so mysteriously present,
in the earth, the wind, the morning dew, 
in the red fox, the squirrel, the raccoon, 
the chattering chickadee,
the doe and her fawn,
the Native American Indian,
the early settlers.
I hear all the heartbeats pounding.
I feel them in my soul.
O the hopes and dreams 
that come from human hearts.
And I know.....I know,
that if the heart is beating,
there’s  still time for dreams.