At times one loses everything, it only means that things shall recommence shortly with more life, more love, more devotion, more intensity, with more hope . . .
Hope of a new tomorrow to fill the pits created by yesterday.
Let Us Dance In The Sun, Wearing Wild Flowers In Our Hair
And Let Us Huddle Together As Darkness Takes Over
We Are At Home Amidst The Birds And The Trees,
For We Are Children Of Nature.
The rising sun
age old
yet new and inspiring
lighting up the world
with its soft pink rays;
just watching the familiar hues
dance on the still water
I return to emotions
that never truly left.
Just as the sun sets
it rises again
wide arms embracing a new day.
