: About Me

Awake The promise of tomorrow keeps us Unaware of the day. "There's always tomorrow," But is there-who knows? Stop! Smell the flowers of life The sound of the breeze As it blows through the leaves. The sunshine darts around And touches the ground. I feel its warmth On my skin and on my soul. What a beautiful autumn day As the breeze does its sway. So warm the sun and the Gentle touch of the whispering wind, As it travels from sunshine to shade and picks up its volume As it escapes the landing of day. Will we sleep through the date, Or choose to awaken before its to late?