Ever-Changing Poem by Betty Keck

Sitting alone on her grassy hill
amidst shades and hues of flowers
Tears of blue beginning to spill
until the beautiful sweetness sours.

Mirroring the winds of doubt
revealing her hidden sadness
Long buried from her soul's vision
gentle whispers of madness.

Recalling the warmth of the sun
shining brightly through the clouds
Reflecting glistening dew drops
her tears now wrapped in shrouds.

Sitting alone on her grassy hill
amidst shades and hues of flowers
Pinks, reds and yellow, spill
sweetness o'er her spirit's power.

Like flowers from heaven
gently scattered o'er the earth
Ever-chaning.

Betty Keck
(May 27,2006)