The Moment
Oh, to be as free As the leaves On the autumn breeze To float To drift To fly with ease Colorful Confident Calm and carefree Fully present In the beauty of The moment
Oh, to be as free As the leaves On the autumn breeze To float To drift To fly with ease Colorful Confident Calm and carefree Fully present In the beauty of The moment
September is knocking Knocking on August’s door September is knocking And will not be ignored But will August answer Or will she say, “No. September, you’re early, Away, September, go!”