Outside the days can be dreary
Dark and uninviting
Most of the trees can be leafless
And boast no singing birds
Maybe we see no pedestrians
Nor hear playful kids’ loud voices
Maybe on the beaches no bands play
There’s just the sifting of their sands
Outside the days can be gray
But within us they can be bright
It happens when we carry
Our own leaves and birds
Inside us where all those bands
and little kids play.
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Chrissy
Regis
Vesna:)
Inside each one of us lies an eternal spring!
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
Bless you,
Joselyn