We are the master of our vision and truth will make our dreams possible and we become that reality!

Leaves falling quickly one by one,
while being kissed by rays of the sun.
Intense heat knows the bright of day,
last darken leaf from the tress sway,
blown through the air so fast they fall down,
treess are dormant while losing their crowns!
A bleak chill this November day,
the sun still shinnes and brightens the way.
Nature quiet serenely still,
we must embrace love for Winters chill,
coming speedily like a drop of rain.
Bring God's glory but cold knows not fame!
A few days ago you all must know,
on I-96 appeard a rainbow.
Red, yellow, orange, and purple aglow there,
and the blue just thrille that blissful affair.
So crisp and clean air quiet and serene,
your soul feels power from on high revealed!
This image dark or light you see,
you are the master the visonary.
You must constantly seek joy,
in your heart sweetly the birds will sing.
Winter's bite will less frigid,
look our your window thank God it's Spring.