Above washes the world with its tears. Thousands drop drenching the spring greens. As the chorus patters out doors so the pattering of young feet can be heard. I wish for the lasting sun, an every day escape into the wall-less out door world. Where the noise of three can be stilled. And then you are given a moment to see something through the grey. The newly opened eyes of a babe. Looking for the first deep gaze of love, searching his world after weeks of constant slumber. A moment caught between a sister and her littlest, a kiss. Another quiet-thinking- reading in a world of her own. A mother’s heart swells, beautiful moments, gone in seconds, vanished except through memory. The seconds tick by, I hear them constant in my heart. I pray these days of young do not pass into the grey, I pray I cherish and don’t waist. I pray the wishing for sunshine and peace would not dominate my thinking, rather praise, rain or sun.