Meandering along life's hopes and dreams
Ever awaiting springs blossoms it seems
Heat of August
Chill of Fall
Darkness of Winter
Toils, et all;
Yet still, I hear the call
Springs renewal
Morning doves rejoice
Another beginning
Another voice
Planting seeds to nurture my soul
Tending the garden
Repair the hole
Rebuilding life's hopes
Renewing dreams
Hearing the words; louder now it seems
Somewhere toward the morning light
Sensing the path will soon be in sight
Guiding forces show the way
This path I must follow; never stray
Morning sun glistens the dew
Faith brings hope anew
Blades of grass shimmering life
Feeling worthy of the strife
The path is soft, it nurtures, and warms
Comfort in the robins' sweet song
I have found my place, my home; my life
How wonderful now to be alive
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