Though the butterfly never makes a sound,
As it flitters above the ground.
And the break of day is quiet also.
Am I, in my age of old, bound?
The thoughtless may have thoughts also, I'm told.
And the young seem to be so bold.
Here I am, as young as the mountains high;
Without a whimper or a sigh.
I let the grass grow and the rain to fall,
Because Nature has the last call.
Who am I to brag, though no one hears me,
A poet's voice, a memory.
Life may not escape me till my last breath,
And then a new life will be set.
I will hear sounds I've never heard before,
Coming from God, whom I adore.
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THATS WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT
peace be with you
William
*George* Bravo!
Lady Vivian
And the young seem to be so bold.>Here I am, as young as the mountains high;
Without a whimper or a sigh."
Your work is to discover your world and then with all your heart give yourself to it. ~Buddha~
George, there is much wisdom in that mountain...
It has seen all of it over millenniums...
The mountains are what we should go to for peace
and enlightenment, for this mountain has much to give
in the way of all things... Just as the mighty oak tree...
All have been seen, heard and experienced over time...
"Who am I to brag, though no one hears me,"
Silence is a source of great strength. ~Lao Tzu~
Love and Light
Lily
budd
God bless you!
John Michael
Love ya!
Jane