Does the road ahead look rocky and steep?
All small problems seem like mountains to climb
The shallowest stream appears too deep
An easy chore becomes a Herculean effort.
Then just sit down on a patch of lawn
Lay back and look at the sky
Count the clouds that the horizon adorn
Then give each a name as you wave it goodbye
Each of your troubles will be carried away
Soon your heart will feel lighter
Time and Mother Nature can heal the day
If you are willing to give them a chance.
by
© Heather Anne 2001 ![]()