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

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

Evening:
        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.

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