Life goes on.

June 22

To Dad

Hello again folks,

Obviously I'm in the mood for writing today.   Well this is something that I wrote over 10 yrs ago when my daddy died.  Unfortunately I couldn't find the final version, I know it's here somewhere.  With that being said I hope you enjoy the poem that I wrote.     Well here we go, and as always comment are greatly appreciated.

 My Poem for Daddy,    (Life goes on)

 Sitting here feeling the cold autumn wind blow through my hair. it sends a chill down my spine as I look over the lake and listen to the quiet around me.  The setting sun, intense rays, reflect boldly off the water’s surface.  It is blinding but the warmth is soothing.

 The lake is full of Mallards and an occasional seagull flies by.  I sit quietly and listen as I gaze upon the trees that surround the lake with their brilliant colors of autumn.   Scarlett, burning orange, glowing yellow, while shades of amber, copper & pale orange peek through.  The dark forest green of the fir trees give a soft touch to the brilliance that surrounds them.

 I gaze at the beauty that surrounds me with all its brilliance and know that in just a short while it will all be gone.  Soon the trees will be bare and the gray appearance of death will take over except for the few evergreens that stand by and weep for their loss.

 I sit and listen; I can hear the trees weep.  They thought the others would always be with them, but the time had come for the older trees to depart.

 The evergreens watched in wonder as the others started to change from their luscious green to the brilliant colors of yellow, red, orange, shades of amber, gold and a hint of gray.  Never knowing what it meant, nor understanding, for they were always green.  This was new to them.

 Then another change began to take place, this change frightened the evergreens for among their own kind when the leaves turned brown and started to tall it meant certain death.  Death and sorrow now surrounded them.  This was something that few had ever seen.  They were at a loss as to what to do, how could they help, how could they stop it.  There was nothing that could be done and they bowed their heads in sorrow.

 All the trees were now bare and the color of grey ash, they had gone to sleep for the winter.  The evergreens did not know and they wept.  They wept tears of sorrow and of joy.  Sad they lost their fellow trees and for the love of the new ones. And that they were no longer suffering the pains of winter.  For they realized that in dying there is new life: a life full of wonder and great expectations.  Life just waiting to be lived and enjoyed no matter what happens.  ©

 Enjoy your day and live life to the fullest as we all should or at least strive to.