Buds Forever

Buds Forever Shorty was a little dog, Curly was too. They played every day, until there was nothing else to do. Rolling on the grass, digging up the garden, chasing butterflies and frogs near the pond. The days are full, of everything important, and nothing that is not. The freedom to laugh, and sing and believe in forever. These are the moments of treasure.. divine. These are the flashes of heaven so fine... Gathered together to make more of nothing... that has no cost at all, but the heart of happiness, and less of everything, that takes from the way, we look at things through a mirror, reflecting both forward and back. In the glow of tomorrow, the sparkle of yesterday, there is always a rainbow. Brighter than what has been, far more shinny than what is, yet the belief and hope of brilliance in every second yet to come. .