You know that it is all lies.

I always like to be alone
among the older trees …

An angel took you into the peaceful light.

You didn’t realise at the time just what a good woman you had.

The setting sun marks the near-end of day – - -

I keep weathering the storms of distress and grief, while walking across the paths of life.

I am awestruck feasting my eyes on trees that have survived the onslaught of time and the inclemency of raging storms, with their strong roots embedded in the bowels of the earth, a phenomenon, signifying one of the wonders of Nature.

Surrounded by Nature’s beauty.

Too busy with one’s own world to take much notice in a valuable friend, and badly wanting to redeem oneself for ignoring someone who shares my fate.

Forgiveness is better than a grudge.