SING AND IT'S YOURS

In a day when we run out of milk, or gas, or paint...
or day-light for the gardening:
Always...Thoughts and words...
No End...
Our Memories to go wandering.
String together, or blend anew,
Reflecting Bright, or softening.
As we Dream............ patterns we choose...
Color the world we dwell-in
D'Joy May 17 2005