Lilac Pinwheel

I rest and yet I tire

No matter what had transpired

I won’t give thought to.

I will enjoy the wind in my hair

And the days without a care

To relax and not do.

I will appreciate that gloomy day

Where nothing short of anything goes my way

And the rain does not come through.

The pastels and rosy hues

Will awaken me and be my muse

I will aspire to a rescue.

I will be honest with myself

About this brush with death

And strike to a peace, in multitude.