Streams

Streams

Cherry blossoms in the end of May
Children played games in the park
Lovers hold hands on a spring day
The crickets chirped just past dark

Two young people with plenty to say
A priest knelt down to silently pray
Brilliant blue sky, no clouds of grey
To each his own has been the way

I gazed upon flowers, a labor of love
Felt a gentle breeze caress my face
Heard the soft coo of a morning dove
Walked along a creek at an easy pace

Another day wasted, I should think not.
Content that I have done what's right
They don't appreciate what they've got
My choices never kept me up at night

One thing always seems to be timeless
We pass it on from brother to brother
Harder and harder to keep it I confess,
is our love and trust of one another.