Even though we are in the end of summer, I can still see new growth and birth throughout my surroundings. Isn't that usually the case? No matter what time or era, possibilities exist for positive courses to prevail, especially if one has faith. I wrote this poem for my Mother as a Mother's Day gift many years ago. Her first name was Pearl. May she rest in Eternal Peace. Enjoy!
Another Day
The sun bestows
a benevolent glow.
Sweet harmonies
fill feathered hearts
while a glistening Pearl drop of dew
moistens the rose's brow.
A wind blows softly through the trees,
gathering wisps of life,
and soon the world is awake and moist
with the birth of another day.
© Jeanne I. Lakatos
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