Impressions,
in the softened Earth.
The delicate sounds,
of laughter and mirth.
Water rushes,
over rounded stones.
Contemplations of,
how you have grown.
Snow capped mountains,
beckon you near.
To find the peace.,
that you've needed for years.
Moments that define,
who you intrinsically are.
Don't question the Fates,
just look to the stars.
For within the shadows,
along the edges, you will see.
All that is,
and all that will be.
Ruth Anna Brown-Weems
Copy Right, All Rights Reserved November 6th, 2006
