Anne K Riddle

Eternal Springtime   A simple weathered bench Sits beside a well-worn trail Leading to a garden Where wisdom seems to dwell   In this refuge filled with fragrance A refreshing can be found And those who go to listen Can hear contentment's sound   The resting place holds answers For those who seek direction They come to rest for just awhile In the serenity of reflection   The fragrance of the Lily Brings the weary soul to ease Eternal Springtime, daily comes Forever in Heaven's breeze