She happened on her way that particular day,
To be thinking of family, of friends, and of shades of gray.
Of times passed, good and harsh,
Like the high of a mountain and the low of a marsh.
Plenty of friends, old and new,
With ponies and pets and a dragon or two.
Home was far. Home was near.
Home was gone. Home was here.
She continued to gather and run through those thoughts
And another bit of wisdom she caught.
Like the stars in the sky or life-giving rain,
Some of life’s greatest times are simple and plain.