Composure and grace, from that green mossy bed, may bolt at the slightest of noise. Beneath the still water, as the whippoorwills cry, into the sky with despair. Gratification is held by a thread, if a footstep intrudes on this scene. To replace this repose, is the thing all should dread. The end of a beautiful dream.
Serenity painted in nature's abound, with a paintbrush, none can replace.
So leave it in tact without smudges or smog, to represent heaven's embrace. Top Thanksgiving I now reflect and give my thanks upon this day we set aside, To show our gratefulness for all that in this life we cannot hide. And for the air of which we breath. I'm thankful for the lone wolf's call. I'm thankful for so many things would take a book to list each one, But I will try to give a few, as now this list I have begun.