Sunday, February 6, 2011

Observations of a Heart Yearning

So busily, I walk through life
Ne'er looking sideways left, nor right
If I but stopped and took the time
I'd see great wonders rich and fine

I'd see autumn leaves, crimson gold
The smiles on children laughing bold
Dew hung on webs woven silver
A breeze carries light sounds of laughter

Aged lovers walking hand in hand
Foamy tide washing up on sand
Full moon lighting the night as day
Young mother wipes child's tears away

Purple crocus slips up through snow
But ne'er I wonder why it's so
If I take not the time to stop
All wonder ne'er will be a thought

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