An artistic memoir
When everything seems to be falling apart; Look towards the sky; She’ll tell you why; On the days you get by with a heavy heart; She’ll send a whisper through the trees; Reminding you to put your mind at ease; Her song is heard in meadows green; In babbling brooks, and forests serene; Her footsteps lead ‘long the road less traveled; Whenever you fall, she’ll help you back in the saddle; It’s for her I go on, she’s all that I have; It’s to her that I pray, she’s all that I am. -KO