Once was a Brother

There once was a brother,

who looked at the sky.

Wandering through rugged mountains,

close to ragging rivers, he would spy.

It’s in the valley he would lie.

Capturing nature’s treasures, just a guy,

Just peek and see he’s got a magical eye.

By Valaree Weiss for Greg Muir.

Light - by Greg Muir

In all life's frustrations agonies and pain, light still

shines through the falling rain. Streaming down from the

heavens a massive sea of light, brings life to the vine

and separates the day from night. Without the sun and no

light so see the world would be in darkness and misery.

So count your blessing when the day is done be glad you

rise and see the sun. By Greg Muir

The Dance of the Bugs - by Valaree Muir Weiss

Today after work, my chair lulled me to sit in it's lap and lean against it's back. I was tired, it didn't

take me long to sit and snuggle up in it's arms, it was one of those sunny days and the windows

were wide open. No blanket was needed for the sun covered me with its warmth, my eyes slowly

dropped closed one by one, until I fell into a short slumber. When I awoke, the sky was filled with

dancing bugs, in every shape and size, it was as if glitter had been shaken from up on high. The

winged bugs danced and danced they didn't even care that I was watching. I'm sure there is some

lesson to be learned from all this if I really think about it. What strikes me is that they didn't care that

I was secretly spying on them and watching all their moves. I find it interesting that after so many

years, I've learned to let go, I've learned be me, but there's still a nagging in the back of my mind

about what I say and do and about what others think. I really do want to be like those bugs, not

caring, no worries just having fun doing a dance and honestly living like no one is watching me and

not caring if they do. By Valaree Muir Weiss

Travelling with the Wind - by Valaree Muir Weiss

I like to think that when the wind blows across my ear it whispers my name and then calls to me

to come follow it on an adventure. On a hot summer day like today when all the woods around

me are silent, I can hear the highway in a distance and my mind wanders thinking of all the

places I would like to go. The sounds around me become familiar as they echo their way across

the water and through the timberland to where I am standing and my mind becomes confused.

There are so many places I want to go, so many places I want to see. A small breeze touches my

arm, reminding me I need to go, but a quick glance at my watch tells me it's late. So today, I will

allow myself to dream and just take a short walk. I will write my dreams in pen and on paper

when I get back; I will give myself directions to follow and I will travel with the wind. by Valaree Muir Weiss