Spring's first rays of sun
Fire on a cold winter's day
Summer's ocean breeze
Full moon in a clear night sky
Natural wonders
Glimpses of heaven on earth
Include your quiet glances
How old is too old
To let your dreams be your guide
To allow yourself the freedom to soar
How old is too old
To change your own direction
To put your eggs in a different basket
How old is too old
To hold on to possibilities
To run toward to good
How old is too old
To trust in yourself
And let go of fear
How old is too old?Gray skies and broken rain
Sliding down the windshield
A lifeline ever-changing
droplets, in contact they merge
Yet, some sit lonely, isolated
Only to be sucked into the paths of others
Left behind or swept away
As I sat it the parking lot watching the rain on the windshield, I wasreminded of how much it reminded me of people, of life. There are somedrops that sit stagnant, almost like they are afraid to move. They areoften alone. Though, at times they are grouped with others when,without warning, they separate as one joins the crowd and leaves theother longing. A little shove from one nearby and the journeycontinues. Sometimes there are many drops running alongside. Othertimes the seem so tentative that they could be motionless. They cantrickle slowly or rush to an unknown destination. Where there are twostreams nearby, it is difficult to tell if the larger will devour thesmaller, or if the smaller will draw life from the faster flow, thusreigning it in. It is never the same path twice. So many similaritiesand so many differences. It was beautiful and a bit sad. I'd still bewatching the drama unfold, had it not been for me getting swept away bythe crowd.
