Open, my heart, open wide.
The beauty of a snowstorm
stirs the soul with its light.

Call out, my heart, call out.
Can a sunlit morning reveal
my ancient memories of birth?

Reach, my heart, reach up.
Days go by with high aspirations.
I will reach out to higher goals.

Open my heart, open wide.
Call out my heart, call out.
Reach, my heart, reach up.
Strive for a better life.

William Wayne Smith

William Wayne Smith

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Original image: and in them plant my own. By jenny downing [Image license]