If all we do is live, we miss life.

Is it the day
or window play
words get in the way
of rain falling down

Out there on the lawn
see a doe and a fawn
life's opening dawn
natures morning song

Still children want to play
with all their might
they holding dreams tight
wish adults would go away

Be me still with words
like sunshine rainbows are heard
sunbeams guide the bird
to rest upon a cows turd

Finaly he is warm
free from storm
a new fly is born
feasting on corn

What a day
many games to play
kept tight dreams of yesterday
old piper finaly payed

Read the story true
for all are just like you
a thought in morning dew
Good past from old to new

Where do the secrets lay
last to pray
granted peace today
served upon a silver tray

Time marches on and on