““The next morning I awoke and saw the morning sun peeking through my open window. The sound of wind chimes murmured their random melody, and I was glad to be at home resting in my comfortable bed, my wife curled by my side. Life is like poetry. It has a rhythm and a meter, which, when allowed to flow, will sing a song. Sometimes that song is happy, sometimes it is sad, oftentimes it is both. Whatever its nature, we should all enjoy hearing our own melody. Someday, perhaps before we are ready, the song of this life will face into the ethers. All too soon.””
