Life's blessing

Fresh scents in the air

Slight breeze in her hair. 

Flowers blossom as she runs

through the field of the spring. 

She sprou

and grows 

and finds her way. 

Independence free at last 

oh, sweet summertime. 

Her bones are slowly

stopping

but the colors on the trees remind

her of the joys in growing age

the darker leaves, the whiter hair

oh sweet fall. 

Days are shorter

Shes growing weary

shes loved her life to the full.