What's There To Doubt

Seeing the trees in the country yard brings jot to my face. I lean on the south window and let my pride expand.Every day i stroll in the garden for pleasure. Cane in hand i walk and rest. Occasionally raising my head to gaze into the distance. As the sun's ray's grow dim and disappear from view. I walk around a lonely pine tree stroking it back home again. Here i enjoy honest conversation with my family. And take pleasure in books to dispel my worries. And am moved to think that my life will come to a close. So little time are we granted human form in this world. Let us then follow the inclinations of the heart. I have no desire for riches. And no expectation of heaven. So i manage to accept my lot until the ultimate home coming rejoicing in heaven. Commander what is there to doubt?