i heard the call of a mourning dove as it floated on the wind. its haunting tune so lonely in the silence of the dawn. oh why do you sound so forlorn i wondered, as i looked up at the bird, when all around you lies beauty and peace and tranquility? from the blooms of flowers to the glitter of the lakes and the heavenly blue of the sky, all there for you to behold on this gloriously beautiful day. once again, she sounded her call an answer to my query. it echoed softly in my heart and all was revealed in truth. "i sound as i do, it's as it should be, song which God gave me. it makes you stop to listen and reminds you, you're not alone." -as seen in Adirondack Center for Writing 2023