Time Passages. Poem by dave lessard

I see the mountains, miles away,
the dazzling light of dawn;
dewdrops shimmer on the grass,
of a wide, expansive lawn.

The days are passing, slowly,
without a human's care;
by work and play and leisure,
and by other things we share.

By times of love and sorrow,
such times, they slip on by;
by laughter and by tears,
the hurried moments fly.

By nights of hungry loving,
by dreams that lie ahead;
by searching for God's truth,
we're always being fed.

I see the mountains, miles away,
they're purple in the dusk;
tinged by pink and colored clouds,
that make the evening blush.