Lifes a lot like the valley, taking the good with the bad, the happy with the sad.
Down in the valley
the valley so low,
where the rivers and streams flow.
Where the animals play,
and the buzzard soars for decay,
look away,
then look back after he's gone,
you never saw him pick bone.
When you did,
maybe you turned your head,
or moved on instead.
Down in the valley,
the valley so low,
swimming the rivers that flow,
enjoying the beauty you know.
The wolf stalks his prey,
you hope it gets away,
Then you go on and play.
Down in the valley,
the valley so low,
life goes on as the flowers grow.
You enjoy the warm breeze that blow,
knowing when winter come,
there will be snow.
Ah, this reminds me of a song my mom used to always sing "Down in the valley, valley so low, hang your head over, hear the wind blow. Hear the wind blow Lord, hear the wind blow, hang your head over, hear the wind blow..."
From the Caribbean Sea to Machu Picchu in Peru, and from birds to flowers and butterflies, Reflections and Treasured Wonders offers a collection of images gathered from around the world.
These song lyrics and art are tales, tides and twinkling lights - tunes telling stories of warmth and sun, city and sand, paths that lead, and the coins we can keep in the Karma Bank. Spirit's been bypassed for sorrow, dreaming of a better tomorrow .
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