Blue skies and gray combine in harmony, A blazing canvas of reds, yellows, oranges and
green below show mother nature in her splendor.
As all the creatures prepare for winter slumber men prepare to watch her winter show to
see her power cleaning house as it were, her storms;
So come wind to blow away branches leaves and that which is dead.
Come rain; to cleanse that which wind leaves behind.
Come snow; to show that the cleaning is at an end for now.
Waves crash, waves seethe
Bash and crash the rock to sand
Refresh and renew the ocean life
Bring peace to those that watch the pageantry
We fly like birds on the wings of time who’s
feathers forever remind us of beauty, grace and of love and kindness of which we have seen
and felt.
We soar higher and higher each day towards a goal that before has always seemed too far
away for us to think of but then it seems to be right there in front of you but as we grow
and are pushed out of the nest we can see all the problems that we were told about as we
test our wings we like the eagle in its first flight are bound to make mistakes but we
know that our new lives begin now.
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