It is seen in the care of the mother, a hug from the father and a child as pure as a dove

It can’t be expressed enough, the importance of the bond that is shared

Of those, that would give their lives for each other, and provide comfort when the other is scared.

There is one more, who has always there although he’s never seen.

He never fails to extend a hand whenever there’s a need.

He has been there with you each and every day

He will help you through the trials and always guide the way.

When nurtured and watered, love will grow stronger and soar like a rocket to the moon.

It will only become more beautiful as time goes by, like a garden does when it blooms.

Years from know when the kids are grown and all have moved away,

Know they will carry forth into the world the love and passion that you gave.

To the left is my way and to the right is to the Lord.

My way means humans who are just as imperfect as me.

The Lord's way means perfection will walk beside me and be a friend in need.

My way is like a boat that doesn't have an oar

The Lord's way is like an eagle that was made to soar.

It is true that with my way a false sense of freedom could seem strong.

Whereas the Lord's way might take work and the road may seem long.

Eventually though the illusion of freedom would end and I would be destitute and all alone

But the Lord's way means I would have a friend to take my hand and lead me home.

I notice that even with all my possessions my life would always get unfurled.

So I reached for the treasures of Heaven and not those of the world.

I know I made the right choice as I turned right onto the road.

For it was at that instant I felt the Lord take my hand and release my load.

Up above its former owner's wailing cry.

Down below the people march on

They celebrate the day with loud clashing symbols and a twirling baton

The reason for the excitement really does not matter

For a feeling of nostalgia accompanies the clatter.

Nostalgia for the times that are passed down and remembered

Through the stories and songs and loved ones so treasured

People look on and have a wonderful time

As the marchers move in-step in their straight perfect lines

There is playfulness and laughter from little boys and girls

Making it easy to forget all one's cares in the world.

Children run to their parents with arms stretched out wide

They watch the parade from Daddy's shoulders as the floats and marchers pass by.

The parade eventually ends and the people go their ways

This day, becoming nostalgia for future joyful days

Flowers begin blooming, birds begin chirping over a meadow, fresh with morning dew.

Peace reigns over the valley as morning slowly awakes

The only sound is a breeze’s whisper as it makes the trees gently shake.

In the middle of the stillness, a lone cabin sits, awaiting the coming of the sun,

when the life inside it will begin to stir and acknowledge that the new day has begun.

Across the hills the sun peeks through, chasing the darkness out of sight.

Light will reign and brighten the earth for a time, then again be replaced by night.

The peaceful sounds of nature which have been singing its continuous song,

Are joined in a chorus of harmony, by those creatures now just awakening and wishing to sing along.

As we pass through this millennium and the future rushes on,

We must not forget the simple pleasures of nature’s simple song.

It is a melody that because of our lives can rush right past our ear,

But is as beautiful as any symphony once we just stop and hear.

The tides of this world will always keep changing in our vast technological sea,

But the beauty of nature’s chorus, is a constant harmony that forever and always will be.