There are sweeping changes everywhere …

Enjoyment of the day’s end.

As we live our lives,
There are bound to be ….

There are sweeping changes everywhere
Toward an easier, better living ….

Life’s sweet heaven of pleasures
merges with its hell of woes…..

A poem about a very special friend who just passed away.

I always love to be alone
among the older trees;
Marvel as to how they’ve grown —

Life’s sweet heaven of pleasures
Merges with its hell of woes …..

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.

Nature furnishes us with all kinds of beauty, one of which is the time-honored rose.