Issue 34 · One poem
Memories
Daylight falling behind the mountains.
As the day's light begins to falls behind the tall mountaintops,
The more beautiful all that surrounds this godly scene becomes.
s at this moment for all who choose to look, that time seams to stop.
As the sun falls closer, the colors of a fall tree blossom in the blue sky as it succumbs.
Others move on with scarcely a glance, to worried about the days events.
They often overlooking beauty in all of its many forms.
Living a life of regret and a life full of pretence.
Always worried about how to best conform,
One of Gods greatest creations, is the artwork of his skies.
But for those to busy to look, they miss it and just rush by.
So it is with memories, made from our own daily lives.
The more memories we create, the more beautiful all that surrounds us becomes.
Take a moment and choose to look, and cause time to pause.
As the time draws close to the end, remember all of the memories that we have made and don't let them succumb.
One of Gods greatest gifts, are the memories we create.
But for those to busy to look, they forget and just rush by.
“As the day's light begins to fall behind the tall mountaintops,”
Memories
§Clark J. Madsen - September 18th, 1994