Endless Possibilities

Dawn

Morning, morning, promises anew

Amidst the blue sky the light bursts through

The heat and warmth nurtures great and small

Within their caress seeds grow tall

Of the hopes and dreams to be fulfilled

As earth and its fertile soil are tilled

Until the mothering rays do wane

Waiting for new dreams to be fostered again

 

 

Wisdom II

 

 

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