Whatever Happens

Whatever happens. . .
Little buck will still walk through our yard each day,
Squirrel will still run across the roof in the morning,
Birds will still eat at the feeders
and maple leaves will still fall.

Whatever happens. . .
We can still smile with our eyes when we shop,
Kind words can still be spoken to strangers,
Goodness and mercy will still follow us
and life will still be good. . .
whatever happens.

©2020 Sharron R. McMillan