At time

Each day awakened
By a kiss of dew
Is new-born.
 Yet we see the children grow
And smile at time

When the day is overcast
And the woods seem so dark,
 We see the flowers glow

And when the rainbows come
To herald the sun
And golden rays stream
Between the clouds,
 We feel the warmth of life

Each day caressed
By mists of twilight
Passes into night,
And we see the image of ourselves
And smile at time.

 1977

To M&D

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Image and text © Mirino, May 6, 2012