Thursday, April 27, 2006

Compassion Park

As I awake to the beautiful music of our Birds
Listen to the Squirrels in the quietness of the trees
Dream of the sun comming through the sky
Watching the flowers come alive
Listen to the trickle of the river below

I hope to see all the smiling, glowing faces
Through my dayof adventures
In the Park they call Compassion

Christina