At the end of a day
It is nice to be kissed one last time by the sun
And see all your happiness drift away toward tomorrow.
As that new day starts
You can feel it in your bones where you belong
Out on the prairie, you can never be wrong
To find beauty that abounds
And sometimes totally astounds
Those out to find new treasures.
What is that bump on the ice?
An old play set covered with webbing strands to sink and make a fish habitat on the pond.