If roses were only red
And violates were really blue
Than writing poetry
Would be boring to do.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Step By Step

Step by step
So the trail begins
Clouds cloaks sunshine
Breeze chills the skin


Step by step
Vista opens
Lost in Greenery
Desert is endless


Step by step
Trail is clearer
Winding wilderness
Each bend new pictures


Step by step
Secrets unfold
Each piece comes to view
Simple majesty


Step by step
Smiling more often
Holding hands
Heart is more sure


Step by Step
Family comes in focus
Laughter heeling
New bonds begin


Step by step
Sun dispels clouds
Green becomes radiant
Skin is warmed

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