had come to us today.
She stayed for such a little while,
Then silently stole away.
But was almost unobserved;
Save for the tree, the budding flower,
And the mighty little bird.
To the majestic sky of blue;
And said, "Dear kind and trusted friend,
I will give my gifts to you."
The softest of its kind.
Her dewdrops too, she took with her;
Not a thing did she leave behind.
She blended in so well
That those of us who rose up late
Could never even tell
A lady who winged off in sorrow.
With faith and hope she whispered low,
Her promise to return on the morrow.
Surrounding the distant hill.
As if to deny, the sun's in the sky,
So night might linger still,
Above some hue of sky peeps thru
The once solid veil of gray
As nature tries to recognize
The dawn of another day.
Stole boldly into the race.
While ribboned streams of clouds, it seems
Still battled to hold their place.
More streaks of blue came charging through;
Enhancing the hills so large.
As night wore down,on the battleground,
Dawn made it's final charge.
To depart this glorious spot.
Such a wondrous sight, emerged from the night
As it struggled against its lot.
But light soon won, and the day begun
As is willed in nature's way.
Still I can recall, the magnificent brawl,
When night fought so bravely to stay.
I thought of life as it ought to be,
A golden cadillac in my front drive,
A swimming pool with high board dive.
A butler to answer my front door;
A gardener to care for that big chore.
A cook there making my favorite dish,
A maid to grant me my every wish,
I'd walk on carpets four inches thick;
A grandfathers clock in the foyer would tick.
From the finest crystal, I'd drink champagne,
While eating lobster flown in fresh from Maine.
At least once a year, I'd tour the earth
In my own special plane; a factory first.
I'd sip mint juleps neath the shade of my tree--
That's how life really out to be,
And realized that, the dreaming is great,
Life as it is is quite pleasant too
Thought there's still a lot of chores to do.
cause, I can't afford rich delicate food,
My stomach remains in a better mood.
My cadillac is a beat up old ford,
My swimming pool is the city's ward,
I vacation in my own back yard,
And for all of this, I work very hard.
My home is small; my neighbors are fine:
Together we all have a very nice time.
No matter how much you may long for more,
Remember the good things already in store,
And when you dream lazily under a tree,
Thank God things are as they ought to be.
Blending into a sky of blue
Each passerby is often awed
A moment caught just driving through,
Peacefully donned in different light
For I have seen them veiled in gray
Lazily peeping fresh from night.
It seems restless within its banks:
ALways working, rushing, working
With only nature giving thanks.
Unhallowed by the shimmering sun
Shadowed since by a velvet moon
At rest with it's days work done.
Protruding high into the sky
Put even the rainbow quite to shame
Each time a sunset comes strolling by.
and vanish beneath the hot plains
Sheer beauty walks among those hills
Laying claim to God's own domain.
Where we have traveled all alone
For nature paints a different scene
A most magically muted tone.
Painted etchings of a twilight rare
Sweet moments handed down by God,
Just for you and I to share.
I wonder where it starts or ends
Could it begin so late at night
When shadowed in yellow candlelight?
Does it start when the long day's through
And it comforts beckon to you?
Is that the hour I get the Yen?
To caress the charms of my good friend?
To that bedding between the posts?
Is that the time it would seem right
To say thanks for a comfy night?
Why wouldn't it be the proper way,
At the beginning of the day?
No need to wait 'till sunlight ends
I'll jump back in and stay close friends.
The faries were a gift!
