I have tried my hand,
at so many things in life,
and still have one more.
I had to focus,
to do the things that I should,
and I got them done.
Ice cream in winter,
but it simply tastes so right;
time for another.
The rain softly fell,
and hanging the leaves with tears,
stopped and blew away.
I could hear bell toll,
and the mist swirled at its sound,
revealing the path.
