The fountain seems to ever flow,
Like the rivers of my dreams.
It captures all my lazy thoughts,
And lets them burst at their seams.
And from the fountainhead comes more,
There seems to be no end.
But as I look at the rainbows formed,
I'm in ecstasy, as they blend.
The willow tree weeps no more-
The earth has had its fill.
And I will gaze at yonder hill,
And know my youth has known its thrill.
Thanksgiving for each and every day
Lady Vivian
Love ya!
Jane
budd
God Bless You,
Deborah