when your looking
through the haze of light
and watching all things
that come to mind
and the creator has given us
life as well the purpose
to cross over to return
at a later time
and mother earth
has given us
the beauty
of the colors
smells, as well
the beauty
of all animals
great and small
as we tend to run
through the prairie
and we hold memories
we have shared with lost friends
and wishing they were here
but yet you know deep
in your soul
there not gone..
nor have they have passed
they have gone on there
own life another town,
a family of there own
wishing one more time
we were young again
to hide in the dark and share
our mystery secrets

wow nice one

Can you see snow white in that crystal ball

NO!