Thursday, March 15, 2007
A Gift We Call Life...
the old oak ever stands strong;
the sparrows on yonder branch
sing a cheery morning song.
red tulips dip and bob
as lady bugs scurry
to begin their daily job.
in vibrant shades of gold,
a lasting trace is left upon
each iris and marigold.
of a gift we call life.
With so much beauty all around,
there should be no room for strife.
as you go about your day.
Nothing can darken the blue sky
if hope blooms in your heart today.