All Things Are
Beautiful
The sunrise in the morning,
And the dew upon the grass,
The miracles of each and every day,
Brings memories of the past.
The children’s laughter in the park,
The swing set of red and blue.
The fountain spouting water,
As it sets off a brilliant hue.
The flowers bright and beautiful,
Is nature’s way to say,
Night may come for a little while,
Then comes a bright new day.
The sunset makes for a magic evening,
For the moon and all the stars.
Preparing for a bright new day,
More beautiful than ever, more beautiful by far.
Faye Reyenga©
3 / 2 / 2006
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