Full Circle
Whose eyes can know a path so well
They notice all there is to see?
Who contemplates upon the life
Of any flower, plant or tree?
Who witnesses each season's change
Of light and air and smells and sounds?
Whose ears detect the whispered wind?
Who knows where silence can be found?
Whose feet will travel far enough
To call the earth familiar ground?
Who'll come full circle in this life
To stop and watch the world go round?
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Paul Waring
Fri 6th Jan 2017 23:11
Ray, thank you for your comment, as always, wonderfully well thought out and expressed. Much appreciated, thanks. Paul