There Comes A Time


More than life,
more than the end,
there comes a time
to begin...

Gathering up the little
pieces scattered about
long befor they are
taken by the wind...

Silence are the moments
even in the rain.

Feelings, reality
and how we believe
and what we believe
they walk hand in hand.

More than sorrow,
more than a smile,
many moments will stay
...within.

Searching further
I will find answers
to not only truth
but as to why.

There comes a time
for me.

Hey look!!!
That flower in bloom
once it was just a seed.

Robert H. Green
�08/26/2004


this was written for Kimberly, my daughter, on her 31st birthday

Happy Birthday