The old and new

Open farms where horses run Back drop of mountains in the sky Tears of joy are calling to cry Released, from lessons, to have fun Valleys filled, freedom to the brim Driving the ledge, just to feel it Peace wraps around me, where I sit Tossing thoughts like a haircut trim Some old ones, no longer welcome Heavy weights, I choose to let go The still life of mountains, I know Stand by me and where I came from Now just me, standing in the breeze Saying hello to a warm day A new life with new things to say While the old melts, like winter freeze Heidi Sands 4/22/25 (C)opyright 8 Syllables