Message In An Acrostic

There is No Last Page Tweet out green songs everyday Hours always tend to start anew Endless sensations crowd around Raring to come to your perception Evening looks for morning smile I know you will be always there Saying sweetly, ‘Here, I am here’ New bowl for old words appears Old is never slain by swords Love your mirror, clean it daily Allow the sun and shade in it Smell the garden for fragrance Towards a poem of fluent rose Pens are ever eager to respond Across green and red pulsation Gems flash in the swing of time Exist and extend, sings the robin ___________________________________ 17/01/2017 For the contest, Message in an Acrostic Sponsor, Kim Rodrigues