On a sunny, spring
Day you might look
Outside and see
Groups of bubbles
Floating all around
The sky. They glisten
In rainbow colors in
The bright sunshine.
They are enjoyed by
Many, especially the
Children. Where
They come from is
A mystery.
Tag: drift
Flying
One afternoon I was
Sitting in my house
Flipping channels on
On the TV, bored and
Wondering what else
There could be to life.
Then a force pulled
Me from my chair
And out the front
Door. I stood in the
Middle of the yard
And rose up slowly,
Over the tops of the
Houses and found I
Could go anywhere
I wanted to go–
Freedom!
Winter
Spring is getting near,
But one of the cherished
Memories of winter is
When it would snow.
Looking out the window
And watching the white
Flakes drift slowly
To the ground was a
Calming, peaceful
Sight. Go out in the
Woods and experience
The utterly silent and
Holy worship in the
Cathedral of nature.
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