Happy I am
Happy I am
As you are
And together we shall be
Happy now and always
As I sing the song
and pen the verses of my soul
Deep unto the the tablet of your heart
Unfurling a forever that blooms
Into a bouquet of beauties.
WHY THE SUN SMILES
Every morning, just before the sun breaks the dawn into day with her golden fingers She smiles, she smiles, but no one knows why It's all beautiful, the sun, her smiles, the morning brightness And the glitter of flowers that captivates our wits all afternoon And then, in the evening, the sun sets and In the fading glory of her once golden fingers She takes with her into the high heavens Another day of our existence and A little tiny part of us that can never be reclaimed Returning us to the universe in bits and Drawing us all closer to our sure end. The sun's job done, she returns in the morning To once again smile that smile.
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