The lessons in life and their meaning: as it rushes by....

The lessons in life and their meaning: as it rushes by....

Rev 8/06 to make corrections:

Rushing through the trees in a whilwind of freshness comes clean air. It's spring that frreshens all; all through winter even 'till fall; there is peace in the silence a song in the sounds. THe wind, binding and winding, splicing through the clouds until at rest when all shall calm, even the wswinging palms.

Then time was slowed - hte swirling matter, it's only dust and striving molecules, atoms, water, and at the beginning of them came my ancestor from the depths of death from stillness, inertia, sprang forth life, and breath and now you.

Early a foggy dawn came, breath to two in a garden, rising to an unseen sun; the air thickened and strickened the mist. It seemed to form a moving cloud, one that had had a "voice" of It's Own. It scampered with delight over a day, the crows of Sir Rooster and the songs of a confused sparrow. The communicated their wishes for day's first light, and fog met dew to rise together; here beauty was given in an open class where nature taught nurture; the sun was "teaching the earth,its pupil."

Stumped we are now, only rotted wood and "falling leaves."
One tries lays down, securely, asleep;l just across the apth, the new sprout gets it's first foliage; each reaches out throughout life for their "lessons."

We, in and of ourselves are looking for the last day and it's meaning.