Just a little poetry from Clayton....enjoy!

I ask myself
If every night begets the dawn,
Who is father to this day?
But no one answers when I ask;
Perhaps they've gone away.

I ask myself
If every day must die at dusk,
Are we to mourn each day?
But silent night makes no reply;
There's nothing left to say.

And yet
Who am I to question life,
as it winds through light, the dark?
And all the birds do sing;
The Earth revolves but not around me;
The sun is only heating.

So take me, Earth, for all I'm worth
And teach me day to day
to live and laugh and love and work.
And now, as then,
I'll pray.:cool:

Amen.

Amen

Cute, Lisa! :cool: Thanks for sharing.

Yes Thanks for shareing

That's a good one.:thanks: