Sultry Night

The sultry night hung heavy, Like moist towel smothered air, Neighbors snuggled tenderly, No chance of a bugaboo scare.   My city snored while I wrote, Until a melody danced to my ear. "An insect symphony!" I'd rapturously dote. Nature soothes... if only you could hear.

What Good is a Flower?

"What good is a flower?" The boy said in disgust. "You can't eat it or use it, Why it's no better than rust!"   The Copycat replied, "Why it's no better than rust, Boy, you've answered yourself. Life is beauty before dust."