Long blades of grass rustled softly in the breeze as the first rays of morning light appeared on the horizon. Not a single animal stirred, no movement could be detected save for the gentle sway of prairie grasses. Even the dew seemed to hold fast in silent protest against the
To speak the last word, Means you simply had more time, To shape your story.
Simple and concise, Somehow the words of these lines, Always seem to fit.
The most profound things, Can not be put into words, But trust they are heard.
Sometimes answers come, Not through finding more to try, But the strength to do.
The children laughed and ran through the forest, eager to roll in the soft grassy meadow and climb the smaller trees that shaded the winding path. Traveling through the forest was a small price to pay for the beauty of their destination, and each week when it was time to