I seem to have lost it though I have looked in every crevice and corner Where, I can’t help but wonder, would my Joy for Life hide? I’ve looked in the western skies as the sun sets, following the ribbons of light and color, peaked through the treetops following the birds flight, hoping they would
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Slow Dance There are moments in the dance of our life when the tune is lively and the tempo is fast. Those are the moments when you want to swing from cloud to cloud and bask in the light of the sun. Yes, the times when the dance floor is full, and the energy from
Dear Clear Blue Skies, You are the epitome of all we wish our lives to be, perfect days of perfect sunshine, with no clouds to mar the day. But what would it be like if the ever changing sky became never changing. Every morning, noon and evening yet another clear blue sky? There would be
Nature calls to me Ever so eloquently I’m every birds song She speaks to me Beckoning quietly In whispers on the wind It’s time to come home To feel alive once again