The sob charades
Of life's ebb and flow
Where some do come
And others do go
Amongst nature's nest
Unfurled in forest ends
It's pleasant to be present
In the aura of good friends
Our wings may soar
To tacit lands unknown
Yet alas, we crash humbly
To a place called home
The familiar faces
Amist the vibrant room
A little slice of heaven
On a journey to the moon
With all the time
In which has flown on by
It's so nice to be back U-n-I-T-Y
© Mr.Baldwinpositive1