You turn your head and look –
the moment’s gone;
But memories, like pictures,
linger on –
The glories of the journey,
bright, and pure:
The stories of a heart
that’s still unsure –
But still, we put them out there –
and we should —
Those moments where we turn to look,
and all
is good
That perfectly describes my morning walks where I commune with nature and all else is naught!
It’s a wonderful feeling, isn’t it?
It certainly is! “All else is naught” deserves an epic poem I think!