As I walk through Nature's display,
I marvel at the wonders there.
The fresh scent of pine fills the day,
As I walk through Nature's display.
Life bounds and teems along the way,
With peace and calm, for all to share.
As I walk through Nature's display,
I marvel at the wonders there.

With peace and calm, for all to share,
Beauty and splendor of all kind.
Those that are both common and rare,
With peace and calm, for all to share,
Deep in the green forest's cool lair,
Tranquility is what you'll find.
With peace and calm, for all to share,
Beauty and splendor of all kind.

Tranquility is what you'll find,
Out under the blue canopy.
Just open your eyes and your mind,
Tranquility is what you'll find.
This gift God gave to all mankind,
For each and everyone to see.
Tranquility is what you'll find,
Out under the blue canopy.

Coming this far, where shall we go?
We certainly can not go back.
Take separate paths, I say no.
Coming this far, where shall we go?
Moving ahead, will let us know.
So surely, we should stay on track.
Coming this far, where shall we go?
We certainly can not go back.

So surely, we should stay on track.
Forward, can be our only course.
To grow and learn, we must not slack.
So surely, we should stay on track.
To work as one, should be our knack.
Love, care, and aid, should be our source.
So surely, we should stay on track.
Forward, can be our only course.

Love, care, and aid, should be our source,
As we near the crossroads of time.
Unity, we all must endorse.
Love, care, and aid, should be our source.
All other paths lead to remorse,
So let us all, to future climb.
Love, care, and aid, should be our source,
As we near the crossroads of time.

It dances and soars across the sky,
Diving and climbing, daring the clouds.
Bright and colorful in it's display,
Boasting it's prowess to those below.

In rapturous glee, it smiles at all,
So rolling in it's own glory there.
It dances and soars across the sky,
Diving and climbing, daring the clouds.

Though it is bound to the earth below,
And fights and strains to be set free,
Pulling and tugging, on that one string,
As I hang on tight, to my new kite.
It dances and soars across the sky,
Diving and climbing, daring the clouds.

What is this thing in front of me?
So strange, it is a mystery.
It can't be touched, but you can see.
Can no one tell me what it be?

Does anyone know of a key,
To unlock it's identity?
What is this thing in front of me?
So strange, it is a mystery.

And now I'll make another plea,
Of all or any, he or she,
That can tell me quite ably,
The answer to my quandary.
What is this thing in front of me?
So strange, it is a mystery.

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See the old man walking there,
Head bowed, and all alone?
I've known him for a long time,
Since he was young and well known.
He walked tall then, with great pride,
Strong, sure, and solid as stone.

A hard working man, he was,
Taking pride in all he did.
I remember watching him,
From a secret place I hid.
He was big and looked real tough,
Back when I was just a kid.

One day as I watched him work,
He disappeared from my view.
A minute or two had passed,
When I heard, "I caught you!"
As I was plucked from my perch,
I feared, that I'd end up stew!

Dangling from his strong grip,
He stepped back into the light.
Then I saw his smiling face,
And knew I would be all right.
"You didn't need to hide like that,"
His gentle voice calmed my fright.

As he set me back to ground,
He said, "Come boy, follow me."
Then turned and started away,
I followed him sheepishly.
He entered his workshop, there,
Calling for me to come see.

I slowly drew near the door,
Cautiously taking a peek.
He sat working, with back turned,
And I stepped in, knees still weak.
As I looked about, he turned,
I jumped as he spun to speak.

He laughed at seeing me jump,
Then said, "Come boy, I don't bite!"
He motioned me to a stool,
Next to him and to his right.
I climbed on the stool and sat,
Then chirped, "Your making a kite!"

He looked down at me and smiled,
And I smiled back up at he.
From that time, until this day,
Good friends we are, him and me.
He taught me so many things,
The best, being how to be.

He was a patient, kind man,
Honest and generous too.
Who liked and helped everyone,
The best man I ever knew.
Though, there was one thing he lacked,
And this left him sad and blue.

All his life he searched for love,
Looking for, that special one.
He tried so hard all those years,
Try as he did, he found none.
So sad, he walks all alone,
As his last years, nearly done.

I can't help but wonder why,
Such a good man be denied,
The one thing he wanted most,
I asked him once, he just sighed.
I know of no way to help,
So for him, I've sat and cried.

Listen to your life's tales.
Time tells,
Never fails.
How your life ebbs and swells.
What was good, what was bad.
What was lost, what was had.
Come, listen, don't be sad.
Listen to your life's tales.
Time tells,
Never fails.
How about the good spells?
Happy child, playful time.
Memories fond, life's prime.
Come, listen to my rhyme.
Listen to your life's tales.
Time tells,
Never fails.
How about the bad spells?
Things you loathe, things you hate.
Useless friends, spiteful mate.
Come, listen, it's not late.
Listen to your life's tales. Time tells,
Never fails.
Wonder what, in future dwells?
Want to see, want to know?
Could be yes, could be no?
Are you ready for this show?
Listen to your life's tales.
Time tells,
Never fails.
Live your life, before it pales!