Nancy, with the laughing face
Nancy with the laughing face. My mother’s favorite song by Frank Sinatra. I never got why it was,...
Spending as much time as possible outdoors
Taking in all the bustling greenery
Where the undergrowth is so lush and full
That I can barely see through the woods
Noticing every bird, butterfly and bug
How the bees are busily buzzing
Hunting the remaining Fall flowers
How the morning sun is rising later
and lingers through my window
...in the evening dances across treetops
Everything seems too short
"Don't stop - don't let it go away"
I beg the warmth of the sun
But sun follows its own course,
Soon it will be winter, cold and barren
All will scamper to find warmth:
Inside
