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Is Nature adding to me
or taking away from me
Am I, or am I just 
a small part, a tiny part
of all the beauty that I see.

All is so magnificent
The fresh air that I breathe
And I find myself thinking quite often
Will there ever be a day...any days
Much lovelier than these?

When I rose to greet this sunrise
Traveled through its heavy morning mist
I found myself thinking
Will there ever be a day...any days
Much lovelier than these?

I have explored both woods and valleys
I have sang the songs of the woodland birds
I have seen my mottled reflection
In the waterways of my small piece of earth.

I have followed the red of a woodpecker
until I could follow it no more
A farmer's fence blocked my passage
I had reached the edge of my tiny universe.

I have found myself in silence
Contemplating the greens of forest floors
And I remember asking myself in rhythm
Will there ever be a day...any days
Much lovelier than these?

After sixteen hours in the forest
The daylight starts to fade
The golden hour quickly approaches
The sun's bed will soon be made.

Lunar hours come sliding in
And with them my heart's desire
To have many more days like this one
To have many more days like these.

And if I don't ever see a day,
a day like this again
I know that my life has been so blessed
by the day that just has been.

This day will be remembered in my future years
This day that just has been
Whose fullness filled its minutes
Whose hours will never be forgotten.

Its been made fuller by its minutes
By its minutes that just have been
Whose hours won't ever be forgotten
If I would, it would be a sin.

And so as I go home to retire
To sleep and get my rest
I find myself thinking about the day
The day that just has been...

And then as I drift off to another place
I ask myself just one more time...
Will there ever be a day...any days
Much lovelier than these?


(January 22, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
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