Treasure Island

Lynne FincherSpringarden


View From Above


The view from the summit is no less sublime
Though unseen from the valley below

The questions we have are valid no less
But the answers we might never know

And how can we say that life goes away
At the moment we take our last breath

We only see half of the whole in this life
And we speculate about all the rest

The sun is no less supreme in its orbital flight
Though on earth we sleep through the night

The answers are there hidden somewhere
But also they dwell in plain sight

Simply open the door to your mind and behold
Let your thoughts unfold as they soar in upward flight

Submitted: Saturday, May 04, 2013
Edited: Saturday, May 04, 2013

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