New Day

New Day

Mist melts with sunrise

Summer rain kaleidoscopes

Purging man’s folly

Nature laughs at his hubris

Her blossom scents go ignored

 

Clouds conceal sunrise

Morning breeze dovetails through trees

Shushing our madness

Who will hear tomorrow’s song

If we close our hearts today?

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