I can’t help but wonder, does Nature mourn the changing of Seasons? Is it difficult to go from the vibrancy and vitality of Summer to the colorful garden of Fall and then to the slumber of Winter? Do the leaves compare themselves to others with all of the differing colors and shades of Fall? Are
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
Lay my weary headupon a soft bed of earthwhere I can feelthe heartbeat of life against mineto breathe the melodycarried upon the lips of the windand immerse myselfin the harmonious placewhere we become one Let me go hometo where the pristine waters flowproviding strength and sustenancefor my weakened soulwhere I can close my eyes,embraced by
I go in search of buried treasure though not the kind you might imagine. I have no use for gold or gems or money or fame. The treasure that I seek is buried within you. I see the truest essence of our shared humanity, the hidden diamonds within your heart.The stories of love and loss,
A Quiet Heart 