In the morning
Day is new.
The movements of
This their day.
They age
In times way.
Bark with it's "Crack".
One "Ache" or a "Moan".
Seasons re-arrange
Life in one day
Sleeping or awake
They re-mark each day.
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Wonderful Poem
Yes nature is always renewing itself with each season. Wonderful Poem. Hugs and Smiles for you my friend. You take care, Sandy -
such tender words of wisdom and truths...a new day dawning to the movements within...each day new but slowly ages and then to start anew...thank you kind soul for sharing your life with me




