I stand at the foot of this mountain, I look up into the sky, Clouds are floating in the heavens, And a tear escapes my eye. To think...

Fall has come at summer’s end, And a whistling wind zips through the trees, As wisps of coming winter descend, And the leaves turn shades...

Hey guys, I thought I would share this poem I wrote a few years ago, because it kind of stuck with some of what Rose was saying the other...