In Time Seasons change, although it's free... As are thoughts, Some may vary... Summer becomes winter... Snow has integrity... As white as an angels light... And eventually, stained by activity... As time passes, snow melts away, Like a thought that becomes sacred, as a memory... The pillar of purity... Supports truth, and serenity... Annually... Emotion sets in, and then disappears... Like the winter, that becomes the spring, which breeds new life... What once seemed dead comes alive... Nature's resurrection will always thrive... Thoughts like flowers Bud, blossom, and decay... They feed the tree of life, and the growing leaves of the mind... Thoughts become memories In time, the memory, becomes a souvenir, of this life, and all its glory, that was given to me... Therefore, there was a before, and there will be most certainly an after... In time... But before then, I need to know that I lived my life, like each day, could be the last, and honor it's integrity... And when I get there, I'll have found peace and tranquility, In time... With who I am, and where I've been... R Lewis Hughes 2005 |
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