Written by: Gail Angel Doyle

When When moonlight touches down on the meadows in hues Do you see its shadows dancing among closed flowers? Or do you see just the darkness covering through Instead, do you just see the light that has shown for a day in hours? When summer’s sunshine, illuminates a warm, comforting scenery Do you hear the birds singing a greeting that summer has arrived? Or do you still hear the flower’s petals blossoming from the spring? Instead, are you left with the wisdom that everything still survives? When autumn leaves of gold and reds are swept away in the wind Do you still see the magical radiance of colors glow? Or do you see another season just about to begin? Instead, you see that the leaves will waken between the spring, under melted snow?