seeking and finding meaning in the journey through our tender lives.
Does the autumn prairie grass
possess a glow from inside
the turning colors finding light
to guide us on a dawning day
or is it only sun glow sliding in
encouraging, challenging
inviting the grasses to lift up
and praise the next new day?
Draft, Carol Coven Grannick
Does the autumn prairie grass
possess a glow from inside
the turning colors finding light
to guide us on a dawning day
or is it only sun glow sliding in
encouraging, challenging
inviting the grasses to lift up
and praise the next new day?
Draft, Carol Coven Grannick