Take the blues of the skies..
and the greens of the forests..
the golds and the browns..
of the freshly mown hay
The pale shades of spring..
and the circus of autumn..
and weave you a lovely today.
We have THIS moment to hold in our hands
and to touch and to feel as it slips
through our fingers like sand
Yesterday is gone
and tomorrow may never come
but we have THIS moment today.
Bill
and Gloria Gaither