Try by Ingrid S. Skibbe
We try so hard- so very hard to see lifes hidden plan
Jet through it all and over all, we know we seldom can.
So, complex is the human soul unsearchable and wide
Like wind or water, drifting clouds or restless Ocean tide.
Lost by Ingrid S. Skibbe
I have picked a bunch of Forget-me-not
Have picked them, not knowing why?
Then laid them aside with an aging heart
To watch them wither and die.