~ I Sing a Song of Years…

I sing a song of years…

And meadows full of flowers
Flowers drawing the butterfly

The finch, the lark, an open sky

And a little girl who dared to fly
Flying away through the years

~ Mamal’s Who Glow ~

They think the birds follow me;

(I allow them to think it so)

My grandbabies, in awe,

At the bay window

They think flowers bloom in my wake;

(I allow them to think it so)

As they follow close behind,

The rows of seed I sow