Harmony
I'm high above the timberline,
The world is at my feet
The puffy clouds above my head
Sail by on breeze discrete
.
I see the tops of pine trees
With nests upon their boughs
And on the narrow rock ledge
The mountain goats carouse
.
I sit up on this boulder
And contemplate my life
The good, the bad, the happy times
And the times so full of strive
.
I try to weigh them fairly
Put each one in its place
The kaleidoscope of yesterday
Can never be erased
.
But casts is own reflection
On days that follow, them
The colors of a lifetime
In harmony they blend!
By Sandy lee
© 2012 Sandy lee
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