Flowers on a grave,
petals on the water,
shadows on a hillside,
rain cascading down;
snow, like scattered gems,
dancing in the air,
things that once were lost,
now, surprisingly are found.

Ripples on a pond,
geese, racing in the sky,
cold that stuns the face,
willows bending in the wind;
stars, falling out of heaven,
northern lights aglow,
roads that are too short,
roads that never end.

A book, you can't put down,
a book you soon forget,
songs that make you laugh,
songs that make you cry;
paintings oh so grand,
art that leaves you breathless,
all these make you wonder,
but, we're not sure just why.

Love that ends in pain,
love that ends in joy,
love that lives forever,
love that bans all fears;
the end work of a dream,
the substance of life,
the finish of a goal,
that satisfies the years.

David Lessard

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