Lost in wilderness...

I often have wandered in deep contemplation

It seems that the mind runs wild when youre all alone

The way that it could be

The way that it should be

Things I'd do differently if I could do them again

Ive always loved spring time, the passing of winter

The green of the new leaves and life goin on

The promise of morning

The long days of summer

Warm nights of loving her beneath the bright stars

J Denver

Colors changing hue

morning fields of amber grain

weathered faces lined in pain

are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.