Coming home tonight- this is what I saw (it was dark so not best picture)
A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why aren’t we like that wise old bird?
“When you walk to the edge of all the light you have and take that first step into the darkness of the unknown, you must believe that one of two things will happen. There will be something solid for you to stand upon or you will be taught to fly.”
My Nana has ears that really listen,
arms that always hug & hold,
love that’s never ever ending,
and a heart that’s made of gold.