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A poem to start the day
I offer you this fine Spring morn
A bright hello a humming song
A word or two to start the day
I do it as I pass your waySuppose a cloud should roll on by
I’ll watch the sun peak out then hide
And if by chance some rain may fall
I’ll watch the flowers drink their allAnd when the day turns slowly dark
I’ll listen to the last call of a lark
And as the sun sets in the West
I’ll watch as heaven presents its bestAnd when the stars embrace the sky
I’ll once again question why
The day turns into night then day again
And I am put to test with poet’s penReflecting what Nature only lends
from a day’s beginning to its end.— WOLRAD
(A poem from the Wolrad collection #319)