Green sprouted though deep rich earth
Mothers everywhere gave birth.
Peace was again at hand
And the river ran.
Children played wild and carefree
‘Neath the leafed-out apple tree
Heedless of the treaty ban.
Still the river ran.
Drying leaves began to fall,
Geese flew south with mournful call.
Cold discord crept through the land.
Yet the river ran.
Came wan winter ice and snow,
Friend and brother were now foe.
Clashing armies took their stand.
But the river ran.
Then the darkest longest night,
Pale moon but a ghostly white,
By a heedful few a cry was heard,
A whispered voice, a hopeful word.
Hope sprang forth from fountainhead
Fresh air breathed life from the dead.
Rose bloomed in the snowy land
And still the river ran.
An epigram a day:
The past is the infinity into which the present and the future flow.
Valleys are but inverted mountains.
Those dip and these rise.
It is well to remember that we all live downstream.
Like a river, time travels in but one direction.
Change can be troubling departure, or joyful welcome or more often than not, a touch of both.
Be mindful of the past, look forward to the future and savor the present.
The future is born of the present and of the past.
Such is Life
New leaves sprout and grow,
Spent leaves wither and fall.
A constant becoming,
A constant being.
Spent leaves wither and fall,
New leaves sprout and grow.
Such is life!
Let winds blow
And leaves flutter.
Let streams flow
And waves lap.
Let swamps be
And frogs croak.
Let forest grow
And animals live.
Let children play
And birds sing.
Let thinkers think
And doers do.
Let the living live
And the dying die.
Let be what is
And is meant to be!