Cotton floating on the breeze,
falling gently in the air;
against the green of giant trees,
in skies so blue and bare.
No clouds to spoil the view,
just contrails passing by;
on a morn that's fresh and new,
with scenes that make you sigh.
Like snowflakes sown in May,
they flutter to the ground;
the leaves, in splendor, sway,
yet they make no sound.
The spores are fluffy...white,
they dance within the wind;
it's a spring time magic sight,
around each pathway's bend.
Walks like these, you treasure,
in the mind and in the soul;
the type we cannot measure,
but ones that make us whole.

Among the boulders- I escaped the wind,
settled for the shelter of the rocks;
just me and Jax and no one else,
on our daily different walks.

Jax never made a sound, no barks,
he was contented on this hike;
man's best friend was mine,
everyplace we went...he liked.

Even walking city streets,
strolling avenues;
I cured our boring morning,
as we chased away our blues.

Two vagabonds, just walking,
for exercise and joy;
a bond that lasts forever,
that death cannot destroy.

Perhaps we'll walk in heaven,
treading sacred clouds;
invisible to others,
two happy, wandering shrouds.

The sun is bright, the air is warm,
on this, my noontime walk;
the wind blows steadily,
but not enough to balk.
My legs are eager, full with grit,
my face, breaks into smiles;
snow-capped peaks are distant,
perhaps, a hundred miles.
The spring-time grass is golden,
like Kansas wheat in bloom;
I look at far flung valleys,
with ample, elbow room.
Serenity surrounds my soul,
engulfs me, with its calm;
I trek the rugged ridges,
the hiking...like a balm.
At night, the skies light up,
where the coyotes often croon;
I touch the stars with fingertips,
and then... caress the moon.

Do you want to live forever?
then in Him you must believe;
our flesh and bones will perish,
let the wounded heart not grieve.
The Spirit finds its way to God,
for God recalls His own creation;
and our death is temporary,
likened to a waiting station.
There will be a resurrection,
and we'll get a second chance;
to accept His sovereignty,
to be invited to His dance.
Then we'll be His great disciples,
with Love our first command;
sharing peace with other people,
it's part of His own perfect plan.
Flesh and blood are prone to sin,
in the Sprit lies salvation;
for every race and every one,
for every single nation.

We weren't meant to live forever,
here today and gone tomorrow;
Father Time has pulled his lever,
enter now, the grief and sorrow.
Life's sweet blossom fades away,
gone too soon, the gasping breath;
be thankful for this gifted day,
that doesn't end in our own death.
Sing a song of praise for living,
and celebrate this day of life;
grace the time with much forgiving,
gain the peace that obscures strife.
What we had, will pass forever,
yet a treasured piece remains;
for those we loved forget us never,
in our times of troubled pains.
Memories will last a lifetime,
and the good will never die;
and like the poetry we rhyme,
it won't fade with our last sigh.

Lord, you wash and replenish my soul,
Your gift of grace, it makes me whole;
You restore my faith, my very being,
open my shuttered eyes to seeing.

You satisfy this hunger in me,
And Your truth, with it, I'm free;
Your Word is comfort for my heart,
Praising You, where do I start?

You are a refuge from my troubled mind,
giving blessings as the day unwinds;
Your the Rock that gives me strength,
for You, I'd go to any length.

Your love is my one great foundation,
that saves me from this wayward nation;
I bow and pray with great thanksgiving,
for one more day that I'll be living.

To You alone, I give all Glory,
as to the world, I'll tell Your story;
how it was... You came to be,
how Your Son, he died for me.

The dawn is fast approaching,
the pink gives way to yellow;
the morning dew is fading,
the world is still yet mellow.

The splendid sun is shining,
is anything more grand?
let's take off to the meadow,
and climb the hilltop, hand in hand.

Let's forget about things pressing,
throw all caution to the wind;
laugh and kiss and tumble,
like the day will never end.

Gaze at the setting orb,
as the shadows creep on in;
walk down the grade at twilight,
when all the brightness dims.

Catch the coolness of the evening,
on the porch, upon the swing;
gathering thoughts of love,
and what the night will bring.