Some awake, and dread pins them to the warmth, a sigh instead of words to say.
Then, another looks at morning, embracing, God has granted me another day!
Some awake, and dread pins them to the warmth, a sigh instead of words to say.
Then, another looks at morning, embracing, God has granted me another day!
This tree dazzled all that passed by, with its’ brilliance in color and personality.
But I paid attention when it beckoned, and I listened to what it had to say to me.
It was said, don’t fly too high, or get too close to the sun.
But the trees climb to light, and show themselves to everyone.
Sometimes the sky is freedom, other times it presses like a heavy load.
Either way, you can’t go wrong with the view from the old Dryer Road.
We are so busy in our lives. There’s time, but too rare is it that time, we make. Mostly, it is the allowances that we welcome, our time it does take. So, slow down, take ten minutes or so, and go where this takes you. It’s safe I assure you, and visit as often as you would like to.
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