The Circle Of Life

As I stand on the mountain watching the sunrise I stop to ponder,
To see the huge valley stretching downwards covered with early morning dew.
A dusting of snow glints with a beauty to behold at the dawn of another day.
There is not a sound except for the trickle of water falling gracefully to the stream below my feet.

The sun the giver of life rises into my vision
Each moment she changes with more beauty as the clouds part to let her in at the dawn of another day.
What a day to behold. I am alone except for my thoughts.

How are we here and why? The circle of life is a mystery, a puzzle, an enigma.
Up on the mountain I am tiny helpless trying to work this out.
Why worry. As a child I looked for my parents to guide and comfort me.
Stevie Rosie where are you? You are with me now always with me.
In my thoughts and in my memories.
You are with me on my first day when I walked up to the school and waved my goodbye.
You are with me on the games field, always the last to kick the football.
I never did score a goal.

The goal is so precious. To remember those years and the life that we had.
I am home now resting in my bed.
You are with me. You always will be. Not where I place my flowers and speak to you both.
You are both in my heart until I reach the circle of my life and we will meet again for eternity.