By Jeannie McKelvey
Life is like a river,
It runs through wide and thin streams
Begins, ends, and is never what it seems,
Even though times get rough
things always seem to work out
Life is one of those things
We just don’t know about.
Mountains have snow,
Hill tops are green,
Big and little things still can’t be seen
We think of life as short
Although it may be
But shining through blindness
people can see.