Early in the morning when the mist rolls over the Great Smoky mountains, the cool summer breeze fills the open windows of my cottage and brings Nature’s peaceful wake up call.
Some men search for it all their lives. Some look a long time, some look a short time. Some choose not to look for it at all and thus lose hope and faith in life. All of us want it, yet some will not take the chance to find it. For them, the risk means pain and that is a price they will not pay. It finds all that take the chance to look for it. Once found, a wise man pays the price to keep it. For the true kind is the best and the one worth all the risk. Once found, it will bring pure joy, add hope, chase away all doubts and fears, and bring >>
When the moon hangs over the mountain
In the middle of the day
And the leaves surrender and free fall
From their branches day by day