As I sat up underneath a tree
While pondering the life of me
Rolling hills below I see
Oh what of life and thee and me?
Crunchy snow upon the ground
Cold and silence all around
Months ago that's what was found
Before the spring descended
On one young life in a world of war un-ended
Years ago I used to write
Of thoughts and flights of fantasy
But now I look to the distance yonder
And in the silence
Our lives I ponder.
James Robert Fellabaum
