I’m sittin’ up in majestic Pine Bush, NY,
sedated by Mama Nature’s blissful hum.
The birds ‘n’ butterflies are all doin’ their
summertime strut, while the humble
breeze casts its cool veil upon my face.
I call it sweet grace.
It’s a simple beauty that’s found in
natural things that embrace their
natural form. It’s a beauty that loves
deeply, but resists possession.
It’s a beauty that suggests reflection,
without scrutiny. It’s a beauty that
cannot be made twice.
And finally…
It’s what you are quickly becoming –
a thoughtful moderation between
loving nurturer, and insightful friend.
A fine blend.
By Dave Buschow 7/11/04
