What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

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

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

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

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

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

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most