Some Sunny Day
Some Sunny Day You’ll find yourself open Becoming, embracing, being All that you were meant To be
Some Sunny Day You’ll find yourself open Becoming, embracing, being All that you were meant To be
Between laying And hatching eggs The songbird lives Between waiting And a forever home The shelter dog lives Between hoping And holding a baby The parents live Between storms And healing rainbows The girl lives Between budding And dropping petals The flower lives Between our first And our last breath We all live In the… Read More Between
A reflection pool Of April showers Collects in our hands Part yours, part ours Yet, it’s hard to hold As time, as gravity Naturally slips From fingertips Drop by drop Gone but not forgotten As each, as every drop Nourishes, encourages The budding of May flowers
Sun nudges us From Winter’s sleep. “Wake up, Wake up. Stop counting sheep. Open your eyes, Dears, Breathe in deep, Feel Spring’s kisses Soft and sweet! They’re pastel promises Sealed upon your cheeks Of gentler days, Loves, Soon to come.”
Spring sings A song of hope That in the beginning The Composer wrote With notes of wonder Bars of love Percussion from Raindrops above Backing vocals From feathered friends A masterpiece Beginning to end
NOISE It’s getting louder INVASIVE Hard to tune out It breaks through the silence UNINVITED It shouts About tragedies Social, economic Hopelessness, doubt In response Can’t we fill the AIRWAVES With the sound Of our beating hearts In hopes that they will Someday SYNCHRONIZE As one
Keep your eyes on Skies of Blue Where peace reigns And dreams come true Where troubles float On clouds of fair weather Away, away, away They’ll go together As day turns to evening Stars shine through Glimmers of hope in Skies of Blue
Moonbeams shine On the Eve of Spring Highlighting the pond Where the peepers sing Songs of hope For warmer days Songs of welcome To with us stay Through the transition The seasonal shift Flowers emerge As Spring’s first gift
They went to the ocean To watch the waves To let their memories Drift away To the far corners Where earth meets air To a place where dreams Are theirs to share Like pearls plucked As priceless treasures From a sea of endless Possibility
Yellow petals Delicate and strong Remind us all That we, too, belong Through our uniqueness Our fragility Our seasons of change In the Garden of Life We’re all beautifully Arranged
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