This poem is dedicated to anyone in the world dealing with the difficulties such as the Covid epidemic, and and climate change. Stay strong!
If you listen very closely,
And slowly open your eyes,
You can experience it very clearly,
Every morning sun at it’s rise.
Purple, orange, and a glint of green,
Are made daily by God’s great machine.
You can taste it in the dew,
You can smell it in the air,
Sweeter than a sugar beet, and oh so much more rare.
It tempts the inner soul to go to heaven’s gate,
To climb a forest tree, and share it with your mate.
Rainbows are infrequent,
Flowers come and go,
But give me a sunrise,
What a glorious show.
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