Think, think of times past and the cherished moments, From the wafting fragrance of a budding rose, to listening to the almost faint peep of a new birth in the trees. Lie on my back watching fluffy clouds lazily make pirate ships, clowns and angels by intent imagination. Feeling the soft Spring breeze as it makes a musical sound swishing through the pine trees. Down the street George has gone home to his Father in Heaven. Watching children play pretend and realize in all but a too short time, they too, will stand where you stand, remembering.
Life is to be cherished and hugged.
Don't be fooled into wrong turns, broken paths and block walls of anger, resentment and jealousy. Live, live to love, enjoy and appreciate all of the good things, as the bad can encompass if not thrown away. Tis much easier to think beautiful thoughts than to plug the holes of hope with pettiness. Life is sweet if we can but see ahead. See even though our vision gets clouded.