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Nov 2013
Light the feather floats to sight,
Soft the sunlight shines so bright,
Cool the air goes flowing so near,
Day the time, now evening is here.

Rain now falling, heaven tears on,
So the evening, now comes the dawn,
Slow the trees, with branches so swaying,
Life surrounds us, this much I'm saying.

Breathe the air, this morning so sweet,
See the garden, with wonders to eat,
Hold the silence, when silence will do,
Up at dawn, day beginning so new.

Hold the child, their bodies so hot,
Kiss the lass, for now why so not,
Sweep the porch and know it's true,
How we love, and they love us, too.

Wish the hoping, knowing some fact,
Leave the country,  but always come back,
Bring some city to the meadows and fields,
This life makes living, with nothing to yield.

Last, but not the least we now can share,
Knowledge and nature, we are so aware,
Everything so part and partial now we declare,
Look quickly upward, while some others stare.

Coming full circle, this thing we call life,
Lots of the joyous, mixed in some strife,
Tears upon pillows, but the tears dry away,
This comes from heaven, this wonderful day.
Written by
Carl Gene Hardwick  65/M/Arizona
(65/M/Arizona)   
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