Blue birds and brown house finches play the sun dips behind the treesA soft breeze catches wind chime sails the strikers play a delightful tune:A symphonic orchestra in perfect harmony. Leaves clap in adoration. I smile Breathe in the airIt’s cooler now and I can smell the slight rumblings of FallBirds scatterThe sun disappearsThe symphony …
A Day on Walnut Ridge
True wealth isn’t found in the inanimate, but in the living.
Have you ever felt you didn’t know what to say to God? You are not alone.