I Have Stood Still And Stopped The

Nature's First Green Is Gold, Her Hardest Hue To Hold. Her Early Leaf's A Flower; But Only So An Hour. Then Leaf Subsides To Leaf. So Eden Sank To Grief, So Dawn Goes Down To Day. Nothing Gold Can Stay.

Nobody Was Ever Meant, To Remember Or Invent, What He Did With Every Cent.

Butterflies...flowers That Fly And All But Sing.

I Own I Never Really Warmed To The Reformer Or Reformed. And Yet Conversion Has Its Place Not Halfway Down The Scale Of Grace.

Ants Are A Curious Race