the passing cloud in pale blue skies the ocean wide that drinks your eyes the sailing storm one summer’s day the rain to kiss the blush of May
You
the growing rose in winter’s frost the secret smile no sight wants lost the lonesome tree down by the lake the breeze that makes its foliage shake
You
the touch that is with sunlight crowned the voice in which the sea has drowned the stare which makes the moon glow more the long lost wave to kiss the shore
You
the distant sigh that calms the screams the hidden glister among the beams the unseen path amidst the vine a love for which the dreamers pine
if you wake every morning and do nothing to make your life better it will not get any better if you wake every morning and do something to make your life better then surely no matter how bad life might seem right now