Walking By The Bookstore

The sounds seemed fresh. Calm winds which blew
had never touched my face.
The air I breathed seemed clear and crisp.
'Twas like a dif'frent place.
New birds flew high and faces passed,
I'd yet to ever see.
The autos parked along my route
bespoke variety.

The clouds were fluffed in varied shapes
and floating t'wards their aim.
The beams of sun were kind and warm;
my soul, content, became.

This teeming life was always there;
a swirling jamboree!
But I had not e'er recognized
this joy-filled symphony.

This music (all original),
how tenderly, it played.
I listened so perceptively
to God's own serenade.

So much to grasp! But I was pleased
I hadn't missed the chance.
I took in my surroundings
and could feel my senses dance!

But then a scene of newness
caused a mood, disturbed and strained.
No subtlety was present here;
it screamed! My ears were pained!

A view so nice was there no more.
And that which took its place
seemed totally unsuitable;
unworthy of that space.

No more, a sight bespeaking hope,
a plea to carry on.
No more a bright inspi'ring spot.
The daffodils were gone!

The new display, I like it not!
That former charm, it lacks.
The window's theme has changed from: HOPE.
To: Help with Income Tax!