Life is like a Carousel,
Round and round,
Up and down,
Looking to grab the brass ring,
Is the brass ring representing Love….
Or is the Brass Ring all our things,
My brass ring you know,
Is all I see, all a glow,
The trees, the birds, the rivers and mountains,
For all of these to me,
Mean more than Gold or Brass could ever be….
Gifts from Mother Earth each day,
Not to be forsaken, or thrown away,
I try to greet each morning sun,
With a smile and knowing what must be done,
To help Mother Earth in any way……
But knowing that I am only one,
And there is so much to be done,
But try each day as hard as I might,
To help better Mother Earth’s plight…
Somehow I know deep inside,
The strength will come,
The way will be shown to me,
To help as many as I can you see….
For round and round we go,
Where our Journey stops,
No one will know,
For it is Life,
And we live it as we go….
Written By: White Dove 2C
