high in the mountains
there lived a waterfall
racing down boulders
and it was quite tall
when the season started changing
and the landscapes did too…...
that fall became a trickle
and there were new things to do
if you climb over the rocks
where the water once fell
a little higher…..higher…
that’s it, you’re doing swell
see that cave just under the ledge
can you make it up there?
you might have to wedge…..
we’re in a rock-womb
now stand up straight
look, an earthen window
sort of a Heaven’s gate
peering through the space
and looking right ahead
there’s Grandmother Moon
keeping watch over our stead
She smiles as She knows
we have adventure in our hearts
and we won’t do anything to
take Mother Earth apart
we climb and are happy
to see where places lead
leaving only footprints
taking memories when we leave
next season the falls will return
and we’ll look at them and exclaim
I remember when…..
and as the
seasons ebb and flow
we’ll fondly remember
everywhere we have been~
“dedicated to the adventurous soul”
pixie3
So very true, As the seasons change memories stay alive :) Very well done my dear :)
shilohlin
aww thank you sweetheart! I’m glad you like this one :)
loramae
Shiloh! Girl I love the ebb and flow of your words…write on Sister! :O)
shilohlin
you put smiles on my face loramae! thank you very much for the encouraging words~