Moonbeams dance across frosty window panes
Shadows waltz on cold wooden floors...
How can I say thank you
For being who you are...
Greenery sprouting
wild life frolicking free...
Morning songs echo
tree tops carry their message...
Adhesive applied, then re-applied
Containing a crumbling wall...
Wintery blanket
camouflages earths surface...
Sometimes the past comes back to play games; with your mind, memory, heart or soul. When one recongnizes the game; the mind, memory, heart and soul can't be touched by the past. ~Green Man 8/5/08~ |