The day…

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the skies maybe blue

and the clouds are grey

the wind is moderate

like the breeze by the bay

the butterflies are free

visiting every flower

the birds are all in glee

enjoying the moment every hour…



anchored to what you do

is an act to make a brew

what’s attached to it is a thing

that’s securely held by a string

every move that you have made

were prayers that you have prayed

delicately wrapped with your care

away from harm, i won’t despair