The heart felt trouble in the wind
sharing tales of days of then
Casting doubt like storm clouded skies
Drowning hope with a sodden disguise
A ray of light some call hope
falling on drooping flowers on earth
Giving strength with a guiding hand
the presence of God or mind of Man
Some say that Man is divine
yet are we his tools in a future time
To create wonders beyond compare
we find we know little of which we can compare
A nightmare or daydream is the window to hope
its the starting of progress that mankind has groped
A basket of beauty within the skies
the ultimate prize for the dreams of Mankind.
W/By Guy Dan Schuyler
C/r 29 April 1999
Edited 3 December 2010