Take a moment to enjoy the synchronicity of life.
May you wash away your sorrows and bury all the strife.
Sooner than be later, the flash of magic is gone; when all is recollected in the rhythm of the song.
Perhaps the birds of spring will remind us of a day; once when we were children and all we knew was play.
The rush of circumstance has brought us here from over there, yet the little girl or boy is not far from mirrors compared.
Laugh a bit and wonder at the beauty that is free.
Value all the wisdom, yet shed the troubled fee.
For looking back in time, you’ll see that worry didn’t matter.
Love was at the root between the nonsense and the chatter.
Spend this day reflecting on the good within your heart, and trust, yes always trust, that we are not apart.
We’re tied between the knots and the swirls of mystery.
Forever we are bound as a precious family.
Cindy my friend, we have the Twilight years so we can remember the sounds of children playing as a child and now the whisper of the wind asking us to write the stories so other may not forget us.
Larry, yes that is a perceptive way of looking at life. And boy, what a life we have had! Isn’t it great that we are writers? I can’t imagine my life without those windows of reflection through time. Thanks for your insightful wisdom.