Close is Far
What once was close, now seems far.
Our landscape is dotted with spaces for birds. For those who stay, for those who stop and fly away.
Lakes, rivers and ponds, weave between the crops, fields, houses, businesses and malls.
Prime land for those who delight our lives with colour, flight and call.
I often wonder around the lake with my daughter. It is full of life and now, with leaves that fall.
In the time I had to lie in bed and rest, friends have been to ICU, two came home, one was laid to rest. RIP my friend.
Yet, I am still here to see the season change, to be with the people I love and savour the day. So I count myself blessed to still be here to share with you all, before it's time to rest.
Thanks to everyone for the love and support :-)
Close is Far
What once was close, now seems far.
Our landscape is dotted with spaces for birds. For those who stay, for those who stop and fly away.
Lakes, rivers and ponds, weave between the crops, fields, houses, businesses and malls.
Prime land for those who delight our lives with colour, flight and call.
I often wonder around the lake with my daughter. It is full of life and now, with leaves that fall.
In the time I had to lie in bed and rest, friends have been to ICU, two came home, one was laid to rest. RIP my friend.
Yet, I am still here to see the season change, to be with the people I love and savour the day. So I count myself blessed to still be here to share with you all, before it's time to rest.
Thanks to everyone for the love and support :-)