We have not been to the meadow
since the last days of winter.
On a warm summer evening
we walk on familiar paths
and discover that the buttercups
still turn their face to the sun
even when we are not there to see it.
as MrM says
'Life must go on...'
Monday, 1 June 2009
the path through the meadow
We have not been to the meadow
since the last days of winter.
On a warm summer evening
we walk on familiar paths
and discover that the buttercups
still turn their face to the sun
even when we are not there to see it.
as MrM says
'Life must go on...'
