Let us not speak of
winter days but those of June,
not of the fading moon, but
luminescent ones, and when
the seasons change, the transcendent
hearts see the morning lights, for
there is always a choice, to which way
we will have sought, and if we live
with ' gratitude,' the hearts will sing
the violins muse, and all
will create a Grand symphony of eternal
songs, and sing
of peace and love.
-L.D.