The autumn wind blew noisily
Over the big, strong tree
The dancing leaf let go its hold
It wanted to see the sea
My Little Christmas
There’s a special night – once in a year
To remind when from Heaven came God’s son here.
There are cakes to eat, prayers to say
To the little Babe on his bed of hay.
My Life - Yours Too
Me you call Nature’s wonder
When a cascade or a spring slender
Me as a mighty ocean you can see
As morning dew, I can always be.
A rose in the morning clear,
Greeting you with a smile so dear.
Blooming just to please you,
But the thorn, mind you.
What if they
Cannot see, hear or speak?
What if they do not have
An arm or a foot