Love Poem: Blue Spruce - 3

Blue Spruce - 3

I Grow, I Watch, and I Learn
An old man growing older
Less Likely to Live, then die
Tomorrows’ Sorrows

HIS LOVE floats o’re the Garden
HE Created, HE Enjoys :
I hear  the sound of growing
Thank-YOU for YOUR Time

“I happened to be a Child”
When I heard, of YOUR demise
I ask myself  “ FOREVER “
LOVE LENORE , ALWAYS??

Inspired by and Dedicated to “ Russell Sivey “