A Walk In The Woods
In a clearing in the woods
I saw some colors bright.
Petals blowing in the wind,
Catching day's last light.
Cut flowers in a field of brown, I know not how nor why.
Perhaps a small remembrance offered God's all seeing sky.
In a clearing in the woods
I saw some colors bright.
Petals blowing in the wind,
Catching day's last light.
