This day
Calls me anew
Freshly washed by the rain
Trees gently blowing in the breeze
Drying
Skies blue
I smell the perfume in the air
Nature’s perfumery
I bask in light
Today
This day
Calls me anew
Freshly washed by the rain
Trees gently blowing in the breeze
Drying
Skies blue
I smell the perfume in the air
Nature’s perfumery
I bask in light
Today
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Beautiful, Lorraine…blessings and love to you always!
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Thankyou so much Joan. Blessings and live to you too.
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