Sunshine Meadow

Today, I walk the sunshine meadow accompanied by birds and butterflies, to rest in a bed of spring grasses made up with dandelions and daisies. From afar comes the call of a cuckoo; a distance I might not reach today but there is always still tomorrow.

We Dream

What might have been is irrelevant, it did not happen nevertheless we dream what might have been our memory triggers a happier scene even though thoughts subtle sadden what might have been is irrelevant , it did not happen.