There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds,

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down