when my morning comes around...

autumn tears flow with mystical colors
gentle tales are Mother Nature's gift to me
fragrant breezes cover me from head to toe
alternative healing caresses all my scars
spirits of trails hiked guide me to the light
and my bewildering puzzles of life are solved

when my morning comes around...

I wave to you with hope : )
have a wanderFULL one~I am here, John : )