A Simple View
As we move through life we see
Different types of simle beauties
Rather the snow at your feet
Upon a winter's day
or the wind blowing the leafs
Golden, brown, and frayed
From a long Falls dregde
Into a blissful sunrise
The coo of an owl
Distant with pride
And graps upon yourself today
A new type of sun's array
Alas, shall it be spent
Ode to A NEW DAY