Everything has its place
Even the lines upon our face
Etched and earned over time
Shaped by the music of our mind
Everything has its place
Wildflowers colourful across a vast space
Paths trailing amongst the trees
Rivers flowing with effortless ease
Everything has its place
People of the human race
The Earth is our family home
For us to explore, mingle and roam
Blessings xx Christine
Ron
Love ya!
Jane