Silver Streams Poem by Bill Simmons

Silver streams and yellow meadows
The dog outside's a good fellow
Snow capped mountains some may never see,
What we are and are not
What we have and haven't got
Does it matter at all what we believe

The rain it falls, the snow is white
The stars they twinkle in the night
The moon looks down for all to see,
Did you know a mocking bird
It sings the songs that it has heard
It's beauty is from others it has concieved

Have you heard a small child cry
As it takes first breath of life
From the first moment it is born,
While far away in another land
A shepherd he does understand
As to his sheep he calls,
He blows his horn

Is this the way that life it is
It comes and goes just like this
In the blink of an eye, what do we miss,
We are here today and gone someday
Remembered by what others say
Until the time we fall to the abyss

The sky is blue, the morning dew
The sun it shines, it warms you
The wind upon your face blows through the leaves,
What we are and are not
What we have and have not
Does it matter at all what we believe.