Small Miracles

Dawn...
slow awakening, pinks and blues;
bird song that whistles in the day.
Skies that open an amazing blue
with powder puff clouds,
warming as the the sun climbs higher.
Soaking in the sunlight,
plants feeding and growing,
daily bustle of life all around.
Evening, a slow decline to a fiery sunset,
dramatic close to draw
the curtains to purple twilight,
the gentle chorus of frogs and crickets.
Every day a small miracle
of life waking, living and sleeping once again.

This I am always grateful
to be bear witness to.

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