This is the place;
Where the seasons that are four remind us that we sit at the threshold of natures magnificent door
Where rivers, lakes, ponds, and trails, wait patiently for our return
Where life is good again once the clouds roll by
Where roads and sidewalks lead us to places we call our destiny
Where there are speed bumps and speed limits, but no limits to what we can do together
Where there will be no more wasted days or nights,
Where neighbors count more than just a number on a house
Where we can wake up to nature’s alarm clock and stay out until the cows come home
Where the days add up by counting our blessings,
Where children no longer live in the shadows, but with their heads held high to the sky
Where the lights, tinsel, and gently falling snowflakes of Christmas, take the child that lives
within us on a sleigh ride down Memory Lane
Where we can celebrate normal everyday
Where we don’t listen to what the doubters say
Where we put our roots down deep and watch things grow,
Where life is as good as gold, with an abundance of things that can’t be bought nor sold
Where we put our hands to the sky to reach closer to someone who we’ve lost
Where the things that really matter will always matter
Where wings that fly don’t just belong to Tinker Bell or the birds of the sky
Blessings everyone.
