The Sun Is New

        The sky is renewed.
        Birds fill the air with life.
        Each moment promises life.
        The day is growing long.

        Shadows flee from the source.
        The bright sun lights the way.
        Trees grow tall around me.
        Fragrant flowers are full of beauty.

        I do not know what to expect.
        I try to remember the truth.
        My friends walk beside me.
        My hopes for tomorrow begin again.

W. Wayne B.

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2012 W. Wayne B.
photo credit: Roger Majors

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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