Pluck
If we could Pluck hurt feelings Like weeds from a garden And fill those tender spots With what will one day bloom What a beautiful soul We would be
If we could Pluck hurt feelings Like weeds from a garden And fill those tender spots With what will one day bloom What a beautiful soul We would be
Give what you can To your fellow man Your love Your patience Your time Your last $ So, your life gives them A reason to smile
They say our fates Are written in the stars Yet the world on which We sit and spin Still turns Though our thoughts May wander
Choose to be gentle Learn to be kind These simple truths Are ours to find And hold Within our hearts
Where the flowers grow Wild and free I lose the world And find me Naturally What will be, will be
In my family We have a little joke About a funny statement My dad once spoke In the summer heat On Independence Day My dad said his truth In his own quiet way “Well, that’s it,” He said with a straight face His now-famous words He cannot erase “It’s 4th of July, Summer’s officially OVER!”… Read More “It’s the End of Summer!”
Under an umbrella Feet can still get wet From puddles that haven’t Evaporated yet So, step wisely Hold your head up high Behind that umbrella Is a clearing sky Behind that umbrella The sun’s about to shine
They say “Laughter’s the best medicine” And it couldn’t be more true Whatever your experience It’s sure to get you through With a smile on your face And joy in your heart Learning to live and laugh Is the best place to start
The trees bloom In shades of pink Bright white Light purple Cotton candy dreams To remind us Life’s much sweeter Than it sometimes seems
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