Matthew Lyle Landsman

Look to oceans, and look to the sky…look to the heavens and you’ll understand why.

Walk to the forest, and sing to the trees. Wander the meadows and let those tears feel the breeze.

Come to the valley, the gardens, and newly mowed hay…and you’ll find me…taking pictures, saving moments, and finding my words there. Later I’ll write them for your healing. And soon you’ll be feeling the soothing sounds there near the creek, the song of the dove, and a true friend’s love.

And come sunset you’ll come to realize what I harvest is care…and I have it all bundled for you. ‘Cause that is simply what friends do…Matthew