Money
The sweet sound of coins tinkling in my tiny purse soon to fly away.
The sweet sound of coins tinkling in my tiny purse soon to fly away.
Share treasures with friends then treasure their response - for friends are treasures too.
The young envy age, The elderly - youth. The dying seek life. The wise pursue truth.
I spoke to the sun it gave a radiant smile but did not answer.
Snow nicely covers mountain peaks and front porches fresh, clean, and freezing.
From house to house, From state to state, From this world on To Heaven's gate.
You are not unknown each and every star God named surely He knows yours.
An old bird feeder hangs in the young maple tree catering to squirrels.
Gardening has worth digging, sowing, harvesting very down-to-earth.