Some mornings ...

Some mornings the sunlight caresses the neck and shoulders of the world
Some mornings there's rain
Some mornings the wind stirs life erect into each blade of grass
Some mornings there's pain

This morning there was the scent of calmness and taste of summer rain
This morning there was sunlight
This morning there were stirrings of life spread like butter on hot toast
This morning stood erect

Love, Light, & Laughter -- BobL
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