To Be Wise
After many gray days, the sun says hello
It rises with bright light through the trees
As shades of pink float in the sky above
Everything is quiet, except the woodpecker nearby
I absorb the beauty, to override questions why
So much is happening that breaks my heart
News piles up every single day
I accept with gratitude, this sight of a sunrise
- As I try to be wise -
Heidi Sands
4/4/20
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2020
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