In the fields of dancing daisies
Is life as
good as it seems –
Where the wind twirls all around,
As the fond
drinks from a stream –
Thoughts in my mind are awakened,
As I watch
the flowers – everyone!
Then the wind touches my face . . .
And I just
smile at the sun –
Here is where
life is not so busy . . .
In the
distance a faint sound,
Then I wonder if it’s going to rain –
And again
the wind twirls around
It’s today and not tomorrow . . .
Tomorrow
will have its own sorrow.
Epaphroditus© January 3, 2024
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