Oh little child, your hunger grows for things outside your world of woes gangs and morsels you feed upon to gather strength and carry on. Sirens bellow, flashing lights weaken so the appetite windows now your only shield from who you are and what…
A reminder to look for beauty everywhere.
Venture to a road less traveled mysteries wither, then unravel a fate explained a purpose gained amidst the trodden gravel. © Carolyn Dennis-Willingham
Wreath of light, it then surrounds the wonderment of joyous sounds hear the laughter trailing after blessings with no bounds. See previous here.
The mourning dove, late afternoon cooing out its peaceful tune the sounds of grace that fill the space of any lonely room. See previous here
Is it not Life tries to ruse by preaching riches can amuse? The unpretentious conscientious find true meaning in life’s clues. See previous here
And isn’t it the butterfly Who, at first, must analyse escaping routes and second doubts before it reaches sky? See previous here
The sands of time, they move to lure passing moments most demure each bit of grain each one contained to keep us safe and sure. See previous here