Copyright @ 2004 Brian D Roberts, Pen Name Is; Lark Douglas
The Paths Are Silent Now; The infinite Quiet Of The Woods! As Grey Clouds Shall Soon Appear On The Horizon, and Sun Grows Less Each Day; Butterflies Will Soon Cease To Play! The Flowers Will Call to Earth To Hide Them Deeply Below; Where No Snow May Harm Them, or Stop Their Winter's Growth. All Lay Peaceful There Upon The Winter's Plain; Looking To The Days Of Sun When Beauty Be Displayed. It Is Good That Winter Never Lasts For We Need The Loveliness of the Day Instead!
