• Life is like a river
    Sometimes treacherous, sometimes calm
    Or a long, curving road
    With surprises round every bend
    A play waiting to be acted out

    Freedom is summer
    No worries to think about
    Sun shining down while
    The ice cream in your hand
    Disappears before it can melt

    Dreams are flitting fancies, stories
    Creeping in softly each night
    Leading us through sleep
    Forgotten with the rays of morning
    Sometimes, but not always

    Eyes are colorful windows
    Stained glass doors to the unknown
    Can you see the inner fire, the élan
    Inside a person through those portals?