A Walk

Is there anything as beautiful as a slightly clouded sunrise?

Yes, a partially clouded sunset.

Is there anything as tender as the touch of a newborn child?

Yes, the touch of the elderly one as they acknowledge their next journey.

Is there anything so hopeful as a spring blossom?

Yes, the dance of a falling autumn leaf.

Is there anything so intoxicating as a new love?

Yes, the acceptance of an eternal love.

Anchored to these – is the tightrope- that I walk upon

If I remember from where I came- and to where I am going,

The walk is not nearly as frightening.