Early morning rain falls gently on my face,
A mist to cool the burning ache inside -
I walk beside the lilacs sweet and violet;
Scents to fill my heart with joy I cannot hide.
Days like this aren't meant for moping, feeling blue,
Or grumbling over things that might have been -
But taking life and living it: to smell the rose,
To taste the wine, and lifting up the chin.
Feel the joy of life pulse through your cheerful veins,
And listen to the songs the bluebird sings -
Forget all that depresses us, and drag us down,
Think heavenward, of nature's blessed things.
A contest entry
- Nature Poems by SamanthaSam.
1400 points, ended June 12, 13 entries
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Lovely poem of God's nature and his love and a good reminder that we should stop and smell the roses along the way. We should use all our senses in His nature. Thank you for entering and good luck.
Hugs,
Sam I Am
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